I. SHOULD fickle hands in far-off days No longer stroke thy hair, And lips that once were proud to praise Forget to call thee fair, Sigh but my name, and though I be Mute in the churchyard mould, I will arise and come to thee, And worship as of old. II. And should I meet the wrinkled brow, Or find the silver tress, What were't to me, it would be thou, I could not love thee less. 'Gainst love time wages bootless strife, What now is would be then; The cry that brought me back to life Would make thee young again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY A BANJO SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE NATIONAL PAINTINGS: COL. TRUMBULL'S 'THE DECLARATION...' by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK POCAHONTAS by GEORGE POPE MORRIS ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION by ALFRED TENNYSON AGAMEMNON: WELCOME TO AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS |