And how could I grow old while she's so young? Methinks her heart sets tune for mine to beat, We are so near; her new thoughts, incomplete, Find their shaped wording happen on my tongue; Like bloom on last year's winterings newly sprung My youth upflowers with hers, and must repeat Old joyaunces in me nigh obsolete. Could I grow older while my child's so young? And there are tales how youthful blood instilled Thawing frore Age's veins gave life new course, And quavering limbs and eyes made indolent Grew freshly eager with beginning force: She so breathes impulse. Were my years twice spent, Not burdening Age, with her, could make me chilled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A VIRTUOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN THAT DIED SUDDENLY by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT THE BOUGH OF NONSENSE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: APRIL by EDMUND SPENSER HUMAN IGNORANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SEEING HIS OWN PICTURE by PHILIP AYRES |