At last, when all the summer shine <br />That warmed life's early hours is past, <br />Your loving fingers seek for mine <br />And hold them close--at last--at last! <br />Not oft the robin comes to build <br />Its nest upon the leafless bough <br />By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,-- <br />But you, dear heart, you love me now. <br /> <br />Though there are shadows on my brow <br />And furrows on my cheek, in truth,-- <br />The marks where Time's remorseless plough <br />Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,-- <br />Though fled is every girlish grace <br />Might win or hold a lover's vow, <br />Despite my sad and faded face, <br />And darkened heart, you love me now! <br /> <br />I count no more my wasted tears; <br />They left no echo of their fall; <br />I mourn no more my lonesome years; <br />This blessed hour atones for all. <br />I fear not all that Time or Fate <br />May bring to burden heart or brow,-- <br />Strong in the love that came so late, <br />Our souls shall keep it always now!<br /><br />Elizabeth Akers Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-last-34/
