The world is young.—Her eyes are girlish still, And girlish calm on her white brows is set:— Her marriage midday rapture tarrieth yet Beyond that farthest faintly-outlined hill. Not for our keen desire or urgent will The world will wear her jewelled coronet; Splendour superber than our eyes have met The future's hidden fiery heart shall thrill. We shall not see it. 'Mid the morning mist And 'mid the dewy morning grass we stand: The world's soft girlish mouth our mouths have kissed, And we have held her white unwedded hand:— But ah! the rich mature lips tarry long For other seasons, and another song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLORY OF WOMEN by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE WIDOW'S LAMENT IN SPRINGTIME by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON THE RHINE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE SONG THAT SHALL ATONE by KATHARINE LEE BATES PSALM 76 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONG: BUTTERFLIES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |