Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LITTLE LONGER, by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER Poet's Biography Last Line: Beloved, can we bid thee linger here! Alternate Author Name(s): Berwick, Mary Subject(s): Life; Love; Spring | ||||||||
A LITTLE longer yet -- a little longer, Shall violets bloom for thee, and sweet birds sing; And the lime-branches, where soft winds are blowing, Shall murmur the sweet promise of the Spring! A little longer yet -- a little longer, Thou shalt behold the quiet of the morn; While tender grasses and awakening flowers Send up a golden mist to greet the dawn! A little longer yet -- a little longer, The tenderness of twilight shall be thine, The rosy clouds that float o'er dying daylight, Nor fade till trembling stars begin to shine. A little longer yet -- a little longer, Shall starry night be beautiful for thee; And the cold moon shall look through the blue silence, Flooding her silver path upon the sea. A little longer yet -- a little longer, Life shall be thine; life with its power to will Life with its strength to bear, to love, to conquor, Bringing its thousand joys thy heart to fill. A little longer yet -- a little longer, The voices thou hast loved shall charm thine ear; And thy true heart, that now beats quick to hear them A little longer yet shall hold them dear. A little longer yet -- joy while thou mayest; Love and rejoice! for time has naught in store: And soon the darkness of the grave shall bid thee Love and rejoice and feel and know no more. A little longer still -- Patience, Beloved: A little longer still, ere Heaven unroll The Glory and the Brightness, and the Wonder, Eternal, and divine, that waits thy Soul! A little longer ere Life true, immortal, (Not this our shadowy Life,) will be thine own; And thou shalt stand where winged Archangels worship, And trembling bow before the Great White Throne. A little longer still, and Heaven awaits thee, And fills thy spirit with a great delight; Then our pale joys will seem a dream forgotten, Our Sun a darkness, and our Day a Night. A little longer, and thy Heart, Beloved, Shall beat forever with a Love divine; And joy so pure, so mighty, so eternal, No creature knows and lives, will then be thine. A little longer yet -- and angel voices Shall ring in heavenly chant upon thine ear; Angels and Saints await thee, and God needs thee: Beloved, can we bid thee linger here! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A DOUBTING HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER |
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