Thou canst not see him standing by -- Time -- with a poppied hand Stealing thy youth's simplicity, Even as falls unceasingly His waning sand. He'll pluck thy childish roses, as Summer from her bush Strips all the loveliness that was; Even to the silence evening has Thy laughter hush. Thy locks too faint for earthly gold, The meekness of thine eyes, He will darken and dim, and to his fold Drive, 'gainst the night, thy stainless, old Innocencies; Thy simple words confuse and mar, Thy tenderest thoughts delude, Draw a long cloud athwart thy star, Still with loud timbrels heaven's far Faint interlude. Thou canst not see; I see, dearest; O, then, yet patient be, Though love refuse thy heart all rest, Though even love wax angry, lest Love should lose @3thee@1! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATTER DAY by THOMAS HASTINGS THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON LOW; A MIDSUMMER LEGEND by MARY HOWITT PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 99. AZ-ZABOOR by EDWIN ARNOLD AIR AN' LIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES HARMONIE DU SOIR by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE THYROID GLAND by GAMALIEL BRADFORD IRRECONCILIATION by FRANCES BROWN (20TH CENTURY) |