Those lines that I before have writ do lie, Even those that said I could not love you dearer: Yet then my judgment knew no reason why My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer. But reckoning time, whose million'd accidents Creep in 'twixt vows and change decrees of kings, Tan sacred beauty, blunt the sharp'st intents, Divert strong minds to the course of altering things; Alas, why, fearing of time's tyranny, Might I not then say 'Now I love you best,' When I was certain o'er incertainty, Crowning the present, doubting of the rest? Love is a babe; then might I not say so, To give full growth to that which still doth grow? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BERTHA IN THE LANE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PRISONER OF CHILLON: INTRODUCTORY SONNET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON COMPANIONS; A TALE OF A GRANDFATHER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME by PATRICK SARSFIELD GILMORE ELEGIAC SONNET: 7. ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE by CHARLOTTE SMITH OSTRA by ELLEN FRANCES BALDWIN |