My Fair, no beauty of thine will last Save in my love's eternity. Thy smiles, that light thee fitfully, Are lost for ever -- their moment past - Except the few thou givest to me. Thy sweet words vanish day by day, As all breath of mortality; Thy laughter, done, must cease to be, And all thy dear tones pass away, Except the few that sing to me. Hide then within my heart, oh, hide All thou art loth should go from thee. Be kinder to thyself and me. My cupful from this river's tide Shall never reach the long sad sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RECRUIT by ROBERT WILLIAM CHAMBERS THE OLD MAN OF VERONA by CLAUDIAN NAMES by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ONLY A WOMAN by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK IN THIS DARK HOUSE by EDWARD DAVISON IT'S A QUEER TIME by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES |