If I bid you, you will come, If I bid you, you will go, You are mine, and so I take you To my heart, your home; Well, ah, well I know I shall not forsake you. I shall always hold you fast, I shall never set you free, You are mine, and I possess you Long as life shall last; You will comfort me, I shall bless you. I shall keep you as we keep Flowers for memory, hid away, Under many a newer token Buried deep, Roses of a gaudier day, Rings and trinkets, bright and broken. Other women I shall love, Fame and fortune I may win, But when fame and love forsake me And the light is night above, You will let me in, You will take me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN A THOUGHT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE VISION (1) by ROBERT HERRICK DESCRIPTION OF SPRING by HENRY HOWARD SONNET: 22. TO THE SAME [CYRIACK SKINNER] by JOHN MILTON DULCE ET DECORUM EST by WILFRED OWEN |