When we two from our Summer hills have passed, And Autumn burns beneath thy praise no more, Nor any Winter's raving at our door Shuts one within the other's heart more fast; Neither Spring's roses learn what lips thou hast— Oh, then this thing called Beauty to its core Our wedded souls shall penetrate before One thought unto Eternity is cast! Then shall we know the violet's pretext; learn More definite a promise of the rose, And its fulfilment; when the maples turn, Be part of all the glory among those; Or help the May with her uncoiling fern, And breathe the trillium open where it grows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS |