Elizabeth Akers Allen


	Pablo Neruda \| Jane Cooper \| Lord Byron \| e. e. cummings \| Alberto Rios \| James Whitcomb Riley \| Carl Sandburg \| Galway Kinnell \| Elizabeth Akers Allen \| Li-Young Lee \| Margaret Atwood \| Theodore Roethke \| Madison Julius Cawein \| Adrienne Rich \| Matthew Arnold \| Michael Stephens \| Note From The Designer \| home Elizabeth Akers Allen At Last 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!