If It Should Come To Be

William Ernest Henley

If it should come to be,
This proof of you and me,
This type and sign
Of hours that smiled and shone,
And yet seemed dead and gone
As old-world wine:

Of Them Within the Gate
Ask we no richer fate,
No boon above,
For girl child or for boy,
My gift of life and joy,
Your gift of love.

Next 10 Poems

• William Ernest Henley : In Fisherrow
• William Ernest Henley : In The Dials
• William Ernest Henley : In The Placid Summer Midnight
• William Ernest Henley : In The Year That's Come And Gone
• William Ernest Henley : Interior
• William Ernest Henley : Interlude
• William Ernest Henley : Invictus [i. M. To R. T. Hamilton Bruce ( 1846-1899 )]
• William Ernest Henley : It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon
• William Ernest Henley : Kate-a-whimsies, John-a-dreams
• William Ernest Henley : Lady-probationer

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• William Ernest Henley : I. M.-r. L. S. ( 1850-1894 )
• William Ernest Henley : I. M.-margaritae Sorori
• William Ernest Henley : I. M.-margaret Emma Henley ( 1888-1894 )
• William Ernest Henley : I. M. R. G. C. B. 1878
• William Ernest Henley : I Gave My Heart To A Woman
• William Ernest Henley : I Am The Reaper
• William Ernest Henley : House-surgeon
• William Ernest Henley : Gulls In An Aery Morrice
• William Ernest Henley : Grave
• William Ernest Henley : From A Window In Princes Street