I could endure to have you die; Although I should be much bereft, Still could I bear it, for I know There would be so much beauty left. But, if I might thus far make bold, I do forbid that you grow old. Die if you must, for in the earth Your slow corruption would be hidden; But to confront my strenuous eye With beauty's end, you are forbidden. So if you'd have me hold you dear, Do not survive your thirtieth year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST MAN'S CLUB by JAMES GALVIN DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER |