| 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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