Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet. <br />Let me a little longer hold thy hand. <br />Too soon it is to bid me to forget <br />The joys I was so late to understand. <br />The future holds but a blank face for me, <br />The past is all confused with tears and grey, <br />But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see, <br />Is perfect sunlight, an unclouded day. <br />Speak not of parting, not at least this hour, <br />Though well I know Love cannot Time outlast. <br />Let me grow wiser first and gain more power, <br />More strength of will to deal with my dead past. <br />Love me in silence still, one short hour's space: <br />'Tis all I ask of thee, this little grace.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-sonnets-ii/
