Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.
Elizabeth Akers Allen 18321911
Elizabeth Akers Allen174 Last
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Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
Of your love’s bright fountain-burst,
Yet I grieve not for the past,
So you only love me last!
In the blind love of a boy: Give me that which years have tried, Disciplined and purified,— Such as, braving sun and blast, You will bring to me at last! Eyes of more bewitching shine, Other hearts more fit, in truth, For the passion of your youth; But, their transient empire past, You will surely love me last! Find a love in every clime, Roam in liberty and light,— I shall never stay your flight; For I know, when all is past You will come to me at last! I shall smile securely still; Patiently I trust and wait Though you tarry long and late; Prize your spring till it be past, Only, only love me last!