NOW, at last, I lie asleep Where no morrows break, -- Why take heed to tread so soft? -- Fear you lest I wake? Time there was when I was red As a rose in June With the kisses of your lips, -- Ah, they failed me soon. Now they would not warm my mouth Though they fell like rain: I am marble, dear; and they Marble cannot stain. Ah, if you had loved me more, Been content to wait, Some time you had found the key To Love's inmost gate. Why, indeed, should any man Wait for Autumn days, When the present Summer wooes To her rosy ways? Only, -- now I lie here dead; I shall not awake, And you need not tread so soft For my deaf ears' sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GIANT RED WOMAN by CLARENCE MAJOR SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN MOTLEY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO ALFRED TENNYSON by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR AN EVOCATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER TRAVELLER BY NIGHT, SELECTION by JOANNA BAILLIE THE BLACK FOX OF SALMON RIVER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD IN THE GRASS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A DREAM OF HUMAN LIFE by EDWARD CARPENTER |