A Song of a Young Lady to Her Ancient Lover

John Wilmot

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Ancient Person, for whom I
All the flattering youth defy,
Long be it e'er thou grow old,
Aching, shaking, crazy cold;
But still continue as thou art,
Ancient Person of my heart.

On thy withered lips and dry,
Which like barren furrows lie,
Brooding kisses I will pour,
Shall thy youthful heart restore,
Such kind show'rs in autumn fall,
And a second spring recall;
Nor from thee will ever part,
Ancient Person of my heart.

Thy nobler parts, which but to name
In our sex would be counted shame,
By ages frozen grasp possest,
From their ice shall be released,
And, soothed by my reviving hand,
In former warmth and vigour stand.
All a lover's wish can reach,
For thy joy my love shall teach;
And for thy pleasure shall improve
All that art can add to love.
Yet still I love thee without art,
Ancient Person of my heart.

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  • jjames

    John Wilmot sure knows how to captivate his reader! With a touch of humor and sincerity, he paints an oddly appealing image of love that withstands the test of time. In our youth-focused society, this is a wonderfully refreshing perspective. For me, this poem gives new meaning to the phrase "age is just a number". His use of words adds so much depth to their bond. Loved it!