She will seem different some day: Now hand-in-hand you start the way The young call love, that we call life, You and your queen, that we call wife. "Well, love or life, or what you will, It all is very pleasant still; And wife or queen, or what you please, She beauty is, and melodies -- "So merry laughs, so witty talks, More steps she dances than she walks, And true, however age may say, She will seem different some day." She will seem different, my boy, Though sweet, will seem a sweeter joy, This lovely breast, this lovely brow, Be even lovelier than now. She who is fair will fairer seem Than youth can understand or dream; Though cheeks may pale to roses faint, Your queen that was shall seem a saint. "Old age, you speak a mystery: How can my bride so fairer be?" Some day, when laughing days are done, She shall be mother of thy son. |