She had the fluttering eyelids Like petals of a rose; I had the wisdom never learned From any musty prose. She had the melting ardour That hesitates yet dares; And I had youthful valour's look, That is so like despair's. She had the tender bearing Of daffodils in spring; And I had sense enough to know Love is a fleeting thing. She had the heart of tinder; I had the lips of flame; And neither of us ever heard Procrastination's name. She had the soft demeanour, Discreet as any nun's; And each of us has all the joy God gives his foolish ones. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG MYSTIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER GRIEF by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY by HENRY HOWARD ON LOOKING INTO GOLDING'S OVID by STEVE SCAFIDI JR. THE COSMIC TRAIL by EDWIN M. ABBOTT THREE GUESTS by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER |