TAKE as you will, slake, solace, and possess 
While Youth, with laughter, scatters tears that fall 
Sudden and shaken sometimes at your call; 
Pledge me in passion and in gentleness,-- 
In praise and prayer, I would not give you less, 
Be less unconquerably true in all, 
Take my young kisses,--my young spirit's thrall, 
Forbid not Now's imperishable "Yes"! 
When I am old, and cold, and wise, and grown 
As far beyond as you outstrip me now,-- 
Nor plead, nor pant, nor challenge nor protest; 
Oh, come not then, all these years less your own; 
Too old to love, too wise to heed your vow, 
Too cold to feel your cold hand upon my breast.