THOSE eyes that were so bright, love Have now a dimmer shine, -- But all they've lost in light, love, Was what they gave to mine; But still those orbs reflect, love, The beams of former hours, -- That ripen'd all my joys, my love, And tinted all my flowers! Those locks were brown to see, love, That now are turned so gray, -- But the years were spent with me, love, That stole their hue away; Thy locks no longer share, love, The golden glow of noon, -- But I've seen the world look fair, my love, When silver'd by the moon! That brow was smooth and fair, love, That looks so shaded now, -- But for me it bore the care, love, That spoiled a bonny brow. And though no longer there, love, The gloss it had of yore, -- Still Memory looks and dotes, my love, Where Hope admired before! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLAYERS ASK FOR A BLESSING ON THE PSALTERIES AND ON THEMSELVES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE FARMER'S BRIDE by CHARLOTTE MEW SONG OF MYSELF by WALT WHITMAN WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN THERE WAS A BOY (VERSION 1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH O WORLD, BE NOBLER! by LAURENCE BINYON WRITTEN ON A GLOOMY DAY, IN SICKNESS. THACKWOOD, 4TH JUNE, 1786 by SUSANNA BLAMIRE |