I COUNT the days, beloved; but not those When you are absent, though my heart well knows That they are bleak indeed. Rather I say Unselfishly, as drifts each laggard day, "Long, long ago, in Love's eternal Spring, We sang together, and new hours can bring No greater rapture." I am ever glad Of those lost hours of beauty that we had; And if within my heart I always hold The memory of their shining threads of gold, I fear not when you tread far-distant ways. . . . O Love, our wondrous past! I count the days! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST WORD OF A BLUEBIRD; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1) by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 1. LORD CRASHTON by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WINDS OF LIFE by MARJORIE DUGDALE ASHE |