When over an hundred years have passed and fled Shalt thou be living yet within my song, And just as vivid thy soft brown-haired head As ever, earth's fair queens of love among? And shall I be remembered, sweetheart true, Still most of all as poet-lover of thee,— When other far-off skies than ours are blue, And grey eyes,—not thine eyes,—watch new grey sea? What is an hundred years?—But one brief day To love that changes not, that ne'er can sleep: Eternal as the sun's unending ray, And as the unfathomable ocean deep, And full of God's own strength that folds all things In ceaseless mantle of almighty wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIGHT WITH THE SNAPPING TURTLE; OR, THE AMERICAN ST. GEORGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE SHEEPHERD by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO REV. W. H. MILBURN by LEVI BISHOP THE SOUL-PATH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE STUBBORN BELIEVER by BERTON BRALEY SLEEPING OUT: FULL MOON by RUPERT BROOKE |