HOW many summers, love, Have I been thine? How many days, thou dove, Hast thou been mine? Time, like the winged wind When 't bends the flowers, Hath left no mark behind, To count the hours! Some weight of thought, though loath, On thee he leaves; Some lines of care round both Perhaps he weaves; Some fears, -- a soft regret For joys scarce known; Sweet looks we half forget; -- All else is flown! Ah! -- With what thankless heart I mourn and sing! Look, where our children start, Like sudden spring! With tongues all sweet and low Like a pleasant rhyme, They tell how much I owe To thee and time! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATIONALITY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS LEMON PIE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST STARTING FROM PAUMANOK by WALT WHITMAN THE ANGEL THAT MISSED CHRISTMAS by WILLIAM E. BROOKS NITHSDALE'S WELCOME HAME by ROBERT BURNS JEHANE by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |