Your picture smiles as first it smiled; The ring you gave is still the same; Your letter tells, O changing child! No tidings @3since@1 it came. Give me an amulet That keeps intelligence with you, -- Red when you love, and rosier red, And when you love not, pale and blue. Alas! that neither bonds nor vows Can certify possession; Torments me still the fear that love Died in its last expression. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL A VALEDICTION: OF WEEPING by JOHN DONNE MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG by ALEXANDER POPE |