BE life what it has been, and let us hold, Dear wife, the names we each gave each of old; And let not time work change upon us two, I still your boy, and still my sweetheart you. What though I outlive Nestor? and what though You in your turn a Sibyl's years should know? Ne'er let us know old age or late or soon; Count not the years, but take of each its boon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEN COMMANDMENTS by GEORGE SANTAYANA SONNET TO MRS. REYNOLD'S CAT by JOHN KEATS SPRING WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING DAVIDS ELEGIE UPON JONATHAN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT NIGHT AFTER NIGHT by GERTRUDE BLOEDE |