The blossoms on the tree Swell not too fast for me. God does not want quick work but sure Not to be tempted by so cheap a lure. Owing to slow steps I shall be never By my friend out run, More than the tide can land from ocean sever, Or earth distance the sun. The friend is patient, he can stay Some centuries yet, Though then I may not get So on my way As fit to be his mate. Wilt thou not wait for me my friend, Or give a longer lease? Why think I can wait for myself, If so I please. Now as ye take one step away Thinking to leave me here -- The heavens will still beyond ye lay, And though ye are far they will be near. Ye will be pilgrims on the road Whither my heart has single gone, And never looks back from its abode On ye thus left forlorn. Love equals swift and slow And high & low -- Racer and lame -- The hunter and his game. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL LILAC: FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE by ROBERT BURNS WHY I WRITE NOT OF LOVE by BEN JONSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMANDA BARKER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LONG HILL by SARA TEASDALE |