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