Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 112 11 Fairly Easy Long life to thee, long virtue, long delight, A flowering early and late! Long beauty, grave to thought and gay to sight, A distant date! Yet, as so many poets love to sing (When young the child will die), "No autumn will destroy this lovely spring," So, Sylvia, I. I'll write thee dapper verse and touching rhyme; "Our eyes shall not behold -- " The commonplace shall serve for thee this time: "Never grow old." For there's another way to stop thy clock Within my cherishing heart, To carry thee unalterable, and lock Thy youth apart: Thy flower, for me, shall evermore be hid In this close bud of thine, Not, Sylvia, by thy death -- O God forbid! Merely by mine. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
I'll write thee dapper verse and touching rhyme; "Our eyes shall not behold -- " The commonplace shall serve for thee this time: "Never grow old."
For there's another way to stop thy clock Within my cherishing heart, To carry thee unalterable, and lock Thy youth apart:
Thy flower, for me, shall evermore be hid In this close bud of thine, Not, Sylvia, by thy death -- O God forbid! Merely by mine.
