I WISH your eyes might always look As big with love as now they seem. It cannot be! Your picture-book, Whose leaves we turned together, took Away my dream. It was the old man on that page Who bore the hour-glass and scythe. That rude reminder of old age! With what a rush of inward rage He made me writhe! He stirred you, too, to frown and say: "The ugly thing! And who is he?" "That man, my dear," I said, "some day Is going to come and steal away Your heart from me." "Oh, no!" you said. But it is true; Unless in some way we contrive To fill that old man's path with glue And keep me forty-eight, and you Forever five! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND by THOMAS MOORE THE MEETING OF THE WATERS by THOMAS MOORE OEDIPUS AT COLONUS: OLD AGE by SOPHOCLES INVITED GUESTS by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 7. FAREWELL TO WHITE-NIGHTS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |