SHE gave her life to love. She never knew What other women give their all to gain. Others were fickle. She was passing true. She gave pure love, and faith without a stain. She never married. Suitors came and went: The dark eyes flashed their love on one alone. Her life was passed in quiet and content. The old love reigned. No rival shared the throne. Think you her life was wasted? Vale and hill Blossomed in summer, and white winter came; The blue ice stiffened on the silenced rill; All times and seasons found her still the same. Her heart was full of sweetness till the end. What once she gave, she never took away. Through all her youth she loved one faithful friend: She loves him now her hair is growing gray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO THE MOON by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS MAN AN' MOOSE by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) THE ELDER WOMAN'S SONG: 1, FR. KING LEAR'S WIFE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: TO CORDELIA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TO MISS JANE AUSTEN by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE BOOKS OF THE BIBLE: THE NEW TESTAMENT by JOHN NELSON DAVIDSON |