Ancient person, for whom I All the flattering youth defy, Long be it ere thou grow old, Aching, shaking, crazy, cold; But still continue as thou art, Ancient person of my heart. On thy withered lips and dry, Which like barren furrows lie, Brooding kisses I will pour Shall thy youthful [heat] restore (Such kind showers in autumn fall, And a second spring recall); Nor from thee will ever part, Ancient person of my heart. Thy nobler part, which but to name In our sex would be counted shame, By age's frozen grasp possessed, From [his] ice shall be released, And soothed by my reviving hand, In former warmth and vigor stand. All a lover's wish can reach For thy joy my love shall teach, And for thy pleasure shall improve All that art can add to love. Yet still I love thee without art, Ancient person of my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HOLY CHRISTMAS by GEORGE HERBERT POPPIES IN THE WHEAT by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON EXHORTATION TO PRAYER by MARGARET MERCER PASSAGE TO INDIA by WALT WHITMAN THE APPROACH OF LOVE by LOUIS ARAGON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 21. 'TIS CONSTANCY THAT GAINS THE PRIZE by PHILIP AYRES |