God, you will doubtless win me in the end. When once too often I have seen great beauty Rotting away, I shall remember duty And turn to you as to an only friend. Oh, I shall then be calm and wise and still, And feel no more a sudden twinge of pain At seeing clustered lilies in the rain, Or one tall poplar naked on a hill. I shall bow down where many knees have bent, And you may mark my prayers until it sate you; I shall be much too tired out to hate you; After a little there will be content. But do not dream, though I forget the rest, That I could love you more than second best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 4 by CONRAD AIKEN SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL THE CAMELOPARD by HILAIRE BELLOC THE RHINOCEROS by HILAIRE BELLOC WHEN I WROTE A LITTLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN |