Because you never yet have loved me, dear, Think you you never can nor ever will? Surely while life remains hope lingers still, Hope the last blossom of life's dying year. Because the season and mine age grow sere, Shall never Spring bring forth her daffodil, Shall never sweeter Summer feast her fill Of roses with the nightingales they hear? If you had loved me, I not loving you, If you had urged me with the tender plea Of what our unknown years to come might do (Eternal years, if Time should count too few), I would have owned the point you pressed on me, Was possible, or probable, or true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA THE FOUNTAIN (2) by SARA TEASDALE OLNEY HYMNS: 18. LOVEST THOU ME? by WILLIAM COWPER FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 1. MRS. VERNON CASTLE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LILIES: 25. THY LOVE-SERVICE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) DIGNITY OF LABOR by LEVI BISHOP CELTS AND SAXONS by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS |