Poem Hunter
(1844 - 1930 / England)


Poem By Dorothy Parker

So sweet love seemed that April morn,
When first we kissed beside the thorn,
So strangely sweet, it was not strange
We thought that love could never change.

But I can tell--let truth be told--
That love will change in growing old;
Though day by day is naught to see,
So delicate his motions be.

And in the end 'twill come to pass
Quite to forget what once he was,
Nor even in fancy to recall
The pleasure that was all in all.

His little spring, that sweet we found,
So deep in summer floods is drowned,
I wonder, bathed in joy complete,
How love so young could be so sweet.

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Comments (2)

Glorification of love and mutations in its form with changing time and circumstances. Nice poem. pleasure to read.
Why do some of these poems sound like they are read by a female robot?