IT is not, Celia, in your power To say how long our love will last; It may be we, within this hour. May lose those joys we now do taste: The blessed, who immortal be, From change of love are only free. Then, since we mortal lovers are, Ask not how long our love will last; But, while it does, let us take care Each minute be with pleasure passed. Were it not madness to deny To live, because we're sure to die? Fear not, though love and beauty fail, My reason shall my heart direct: Your kindness now shall then prevail, And passion turn into respect. Celia, at worst, you'll in the end But change a lover for a friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS THE WORLD; SONNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI HERITAGE by THERESA VIRGINIA BEARD COMMENDS THE SPRING; A PARAPHRASE OF AN IDYLLIUM by BION THE SONGS OF SUMMER by MATHILDE BLIND BEHIND THE LINE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |