My girl has reached that lovely state That's half a bud and half a flower; But I am near my berry time, Outnumbering her by many an hour. Yet Love -- who sometimes raises kings To the level of our common race -- Can see no difference in our state, In look, in word or grace. The Moon to her has life and power -- It is the Earth's white ghost to me; Which tells the Earth of its decay, And mine, which Love's too blind to see. Love her, my heart, that she may give My ghost this praise she gives the Moon: Let not her shudder when she sees It thin away so soon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN DEATH HAS LOST THE KEY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING MUFFLED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON A GRAVE IN THE FOREST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CLYTEMNESTRA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT DUNDAS, ESQ. by ROBERT BURNS THE MOTHER LOVE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |