Though Deep Indifference Should Drowse

THOUGH deep indifference should drowse

The sluggish life beneath my brows,

And all the external things I see

Grow snow-showers in the street to me,

Yet inmost in my stormy sense

Thy looks shall be an influence.

Though other loves may come and go

And long years sever us below,

Shall the thin ice that grows above

Freeze the deep centre-well of love?

No, still below light amours, thou

Shalt rule me as thou rul’st me now.

Year following year shall only set

Fresh gems upon thy coronet;

And Time, grown lover, shall delight

To beautify thee in my sight;

And thou shalt ever rule in me

Crowned with the light of memory.