THOUGH deep indifference should drowse <br />The sluggish life beneath my brows, <br />And all the external things I see <br />Grow snow-showers in the street to me, <br />Yet inmost in my stormy sense <br />Thy looks shall be an influence. <br /> <br />Though other loves may come and go <br />And long years sever us below, <br />Shall the thin ice that grows above <br />Freeze the deep centre-well of love? <br />No, still below light amours, thou <br />Shalt rule me as thou rul'st me now. <br /> <br />Year following year shall only set <br />Fresh gems upon thy coronet; <br />And Time, grown lover, shall delight <br />To beautify thee in my sight; <br />And thou shalt ever rule in me <br />Crowned with the light of memory.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/though-deep-indifference-should-drowse/
