These sweet and heart-filled days Have brought a fear: Perhaps our love is like the glamour Of my pale perfumes That soon with subtle mystery Will disappear. Back to its phial I bring a little of my soul. I pour the taunting scent, To stay evaporation To keep some fragrance still unspent... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF MY DEAR SON [GERVASE BEAUMONT] by JOHN BEAUMONT ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (2) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LOST TREASURE by MATHILDE BLIND DIRGE ON THE DEATH OF ADAMS AND JEFFERSON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE LAND OF HOPE-TO-BE by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE CAELIA: SONNETS: 12 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 14 by THOMAS CAMPION |