I DO not wish to win your vow To take me soon or late as bride, And lift me from the nook where now I tarry your farings to my side. I am blissful ever to abide In this green labyrinth -- let all be, If but, whatever may betide, You do not leave off loving me! Your comet-comings I will wait With patience time shall not wear through; The yellowing years will not abate My largened love and truth to you, Nor drive me to complaint undue Of absence, much as I may pine, If never another 'twixt us two Shall come, and you stand wholly mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER DEATH by THOMAS HOOD THE DEATH OF HUSS by ALFRED AUSTIN THE HINDOO'S DEATH by GEORGE BIRDSEYE TO A LITTLE NIECE by LEVI BISHOP MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 4. AMPLE by BERTON BRALEY |