THOUGH thy constant love I share, Yet its gift is rarer; In my youth I thought thee fair: Thou art older and fairer! Full of more than young delight Now day and night are; For the presence, then so bright, Is closer, brighter. In the haste of youth we miss Its best of blisses: Sweeter than the stolen kiss Are the granted kisses. Dearer than the words that hide The love abiding, Are the words that fondly chide, When love needs chiding. Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth. She whom youth alone makes dear May awhile seem nearer: Thou art mine so many a year, The older, the dearer! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STIRRUP-CUP by SIDNEY LANIER A LITTLE SONG OF LIFE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE COMING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE GUERDON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BIRDS' BALL by C. W. BARDEEN SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 35. BALACLAVA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |