WHAT! -- ty years? -- I never could have guessed it By any token writ upon your brow, Or other test of Time, -- had you not now, Just to surprise me, foolishly confessed it. Well, on your word, of course, I must receive it; Although (to say the truth) it is, indeed, As proselytes sometimes accept a creed, While in their hearts they really don't believe it! While all around is changed, no change appears, My darling Sophie, to these eyes of mine, In aught of thee that I have deemed divine, To mark the number of the vanished years, -- The kindly years that on that face of thine Have spent their life, and, "dying, made no sign!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THRUSH'S NEST by JOHN CLARE ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 1 by MARK AKENSIDE DEATH AT DAYBREAK by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH HUNTING HORNS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 11 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |