LOVE'S an aeon, love's a day, Love and faith are each the stronger, Kiss me, lady, while you may, We may not be ours much longer; Love's a swallow, love's a fancy, Love's a bit of necromancy. Love's a winter mantle's wave, Love's the colour of a bonnet, Love's a temple, Love's a grave, Love's a limb with nothing on it. Kiss me now, while you approve me, There may not be long to love me. Filch from me all you can find, Call it afterwards a blunder; Love to-day's exceeding kind, Grasp the moment's fleeting wonder, Take the flowers and pretty mooding, There'll be years and years for brooding. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH PENETRANT by CONRAD AIKEN TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |