How do I know that you will love me still When Autumn lays aside her Joseph's coat As now, with Spring resplendent on this hill That echoes with the lark's first raptured note? How do I know that all this magic song That courses through our veins like heady wine Will not become a dirge? For it is long From Spring to Fall -- without some lover's sign. But this I know: you will not give, nor stay. For you are one who very soon will part -- A vagabond who goes another way, And leaves me here with only half a heart. How do I know that you will love me still When Autumn gilds our Spring-resplendent hill! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 44. ALLAH-AL-RAKIB by EDWIN ARNOLD A CAROL FOR CHRISTMAS DAY BEFORE DAWN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A LITTLE SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE AND THE WOMEN PRAYED by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT RELIGIOUS MUSINGS; A DESULTORY POEM, WRITTEN ON CHRISTMAS EVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |