Her Reply

Poem By Sir Walter Raleigh

IF all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy Love.

But Time drives flocks from field to fold;
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward Winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither--soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,--
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy Love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy Love.

Comments about Her Reply

Love the expression and language used to describe love.
Here's one wonderful poem - I love the title - and the verses are full of rhyme and rich with meaning. Needed to refer to a dictionary for a few words and found them enchanting.
A beautifully envisioned thought provoking love poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
a loving poem of what it feels to be in love?
Thy love! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.


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