The years upon you lightly lie, Your verve has carried all before it; And yet I must admit that I, Though thrice enchanted, half deplore it. I 've watched new gallants win your smiles And wished I might have done as they did, But knew, alas! that all my wiles Were, like my coat, antique and faded. I see your golden hair has lost None of its sunny grace and luster; My locks have felt an early frost And but a sorry few I muster. Your eyes still challenge—do they not? Those keen gray eyes which could be tender. Ah me! you 've hardly changed a jot; Still, were you not a bit more slender? 'Tis thus that fickle Time presumes To tease us in this life of ours; You still preserve your youthful blooms, And I preserve—some faded flowers! Oh, just a bit of summer-time, 'T was many years ago you gave them; They serve to point a piece of rhyme, And that, of course, is why I save them! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO AMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |