Young as the Spring seemed life when she
Came from her silent East to me;
Unquiet as Autumn was my breast
When she declined into her West.
Such tender, such untroubling things
She taught me, daughter of all Springs;
Such dusty deathly lore I learned
When her last embers redly burned.
How should it hap (Love, canst thou say?)
Such end should be to so pure day?
Such shining chastity give place
To this annulling grave's disgrace?
Such hopes be quenched in this despair,
Grace chilled to granite everywhere?
How should--in vain I cry--how should
That be, alas, which only could!
Inevitable Change
John Frederick Freeman
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Poem topics: autumn, daughter, despair, life, spring, tender, young, place, pure, silent, grave, Valentine's Day, shining, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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