The time shall be, old Wisdom says, when you
Shall grow awrinkled and I, indifferent,
Shall no more follow the light steps I knew
Or trace you, finding out the way you went,
By swinging branches and the displaced flowers
Among the thickets. I no more shall stand,
With careful pencil through the adoring hours
Scratching your grace on paper. My still hand
No more shall tremble at the touch of yours
And I'll write no more songs and you'll not sing.
But this is all a lie, for love endures
And we shall closer kiss, remembering
How budding trees turned barren in the sun
Through this long week, whereof one day's now done.
Sonnets On Separation I
Edward Shanks
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Poem topics: I love you, kiss, light, sun, time, wisdom, long, write, touch, stand, follow, paper, Valentine's Day, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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