My love's more constant than the watery moon Whose wandering gaze chases each passing star Bright a while, but after dim and dun As too strong sun makes shallow pools turn tar 5 By a too-constant too-true attention. My love instead shall prosper as it ages Not turn sour or grievy under a rotless sun That changes witless crows to worthy sages Crying 'Death!' and 'Soon to die!' and always right. 10 My love instead will outgrow such mazes And like the rooted oak scorn all flight--- Show winter and summer indifferent faces; If any million years shall disprove this, Kiss me again, and find me transfigured with that kiss.
From the collection "Hymns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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