NOW, in a breath, we'll burst those gates of gold, And ransack heaven before our moment fails. Now, in a breath, before we, too, grow old, We'll mount and sing and spread immortal sails. It is not time that makes eternity. Love and an hour may quite out-run the years, And give us more to hear and more to see Than life can wash away with all its tears. Dear, when we part, at least, that sunset sky Shall not be touched with deeper hues than this; But we shall ride the lightning ere we die And seize our brief infinitude of bliss, With time to spare for all that heaven can tell, While eyes meet eyes, and look their last farewell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JOHN KEATS (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BUCOLIC COMEDY: AUBADE by EDITH SITWELL THE LAMPLIGHTER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 3 by LUCY AIKEN AT A READING by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A DAY: AN EPISTLE TO JOHN WILKES, OF AYLESBURY, ESQ. by JOHN ARMSTRONG |