Elizabeth Allen Very precious unto me, | |
Though I know I drank not first | |
Of your love's bright fountain-burst, | |
Yet I grieve not for the past, | 5 |
So you only love me last! | |
Other souls may find their joy | |
In the blind love of a boy: | |
Give me that which years have tried, | |
Disciplined and purified,— | 10 |
Such as, braving sun and blast, | |
You will bring to me at last! | |
There are brows more fair than mine, | |
Eyes of more bewitching shine, | |
Other hearts more fit, in truth, | 15 |
For the passion of your youth; | |
But, their transient empire past, | |
You will surely love me last! | |
Wing away your summer-time, | |
Find a love in every clime, | 20 |
Roam in liberty and light,— | |
I shall never stay your flight; | |
For I know, when all is past | |
You will come to me at last! | |
Change and flutter as you will, | 25 |
I shall smile securely still; | |
Patiently I trust and wait | |
Though you tarry long and late; | |
Prize your spring till it be past, | |
Only, only love me last! | 30 |
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