Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY LOVE, by EDWARD NOYES POMEROY First Line: My love, she is no longer young Last Line: The grace of paradise. Subject(s): Hearts; Love; Old Age; Wrinkles | ||||||||
My love, she is no longer young; Her hair is ringed with gray; The grace that to her figure clung Does not remain today. Her step is not so light as erst; Her cheek is paler grown; Her hand is thinner than when first It lay within my own. One slender finger holds in ward Our union's token fair; Then close it clung, but now a guard Confines the circlet there. Her eyes with tender love are lit; They gaze upon me now; The signature of care is writ In wrinkles on her brow. Four times has heaven enriched our goods With treasure from the skies; And thrice has grief unlocked its floods And drowned her gentle eyes. Her heart is an unfathomed spring Whose depths all tears receive; "She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve." Her peaceful brow contains no trace Of passion-conflict striven; A purer flame has filled her face The effluence of heaven. For there her fancies often roam, And there she fain would be What time her thoughts are of the home Of those she longs to see. I hear them in her voice, in truth I see them in her eyes; My love, she wears with fadeless youth, The grace of Paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRINKLES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SHADOW OF THE YEARS by BERTON BRALEY WHEN I AM OLD by MIRIAM DEL BANCO UPON WRINKLES by ROBERT HERRICK THE OLD MEN by PATRICK MACGILL COMPLETELY SEDUCED by DI BRANDT REFLECTIONS OF LA VIEJA by ALMA CERVANTES THE OLD CHURCH ON THE HILL by EDWARD NOYES POMEROY |
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