Now

TAKE as you will, slake, solace, and possess
While Youth, with laughter, scatters tears that fall
Sudden and shaken sometimes at your call;
Pledge me in passion and in gentleness,--
In praise and prayer, I would not give you less,
Be less unconquerably true in all,
Take my young kisses,--my young spirit's thrall,
Forbid not Now's imperishable "Yes"!
When I am old, and cold, and wise, and grown
As far beyond as you outstrip me now,--
Nor plead, nor pant, nor challenge nor protest;
Oh, come not then, all these years less your own;
Too old to love, too wise to heed your vow,
Too cold to feel your cold hand upon my breast.

by Muriel Stuart

Comments (4)

A beautiful poem with amusing depiction. Congratulations to his soul for being selected as the poem of the day.
'Too old to love, too wise to heed your vow, Too cold to feel your cold hand upon my breast. is so beautiful. A poem I would like to read again and again. Thanks for posting.
When I am old, and cold, and wise, and grown As far beyond as you outstrip me now, - Too old to love, too wise to heed your vow.... //.... Romanticism merged in reality presents a sad picture. Thanks.
Such an enjoyable poem to read......