I, who had eyes to wander here and there, No longer have my vision unconfined: Love brings the first grave thoughts of majesty Into the free republic of my mind. The time is grave with doubting of my power To serve her well, that she may always smile: Love-at-first-sight is oft, as hundreds know, Made Love-lies-bleeding, in too short a while. Some day I'll take love easy, as a child Will drink his mother's milk while half-asleep: But when Love's young he's troubled -- like Old Age -- With breath that's short, that still no time can keep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE THE CREATION by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER A MOTHER TO HER WAKING INFANT by JOANNA BAILLIE W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR GENTLEMEN-RANKERS by RUDYARD KIPLING FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |