Put by thy days like withered flowers In twilight hidden away: Memory shall up-build thee bowers Sweeter than they. Hoard not from swiftness of thy stream The shallowest cruse of tears: Pools still as heaven shall lovelier dream In future years. Squander thy love as she that flings Her soul away on night; Lovely are love's far echoings, Height unto height. O, make no compact with the sun, No compact with the moon! Night falls full-cloaked, and light is gone Sudden and soon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIGH FLIGHT by JOHN GILLESPIE MAGEE JR. THE JOURNEY ONWARDS by THOMAS MOORE BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER FRAGMENT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TO CONNECTICUT RIVER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. O LOVE - TO WHOM THE POETS by EDWARD CARPENTER |