My Reply to Andrew Marvell's a Coy Mistress, Was A River of Dreams

Once upon a time a man wrote this Poem:

ANDREW MARVELL [1621–1678]

"To His Coy Mistress"

  Had we but world enough, and time,

This coyness, lady, were no crime.

We would sit down, and think which way

To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side

Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide

Of Humberb would complain. I would

Love you ten years before the Flood,

And you should, if you please, refuse

Till the conversion of the Jews.c

My vegetable[1] love should grow

Vaster than empires, and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise

Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;

Two hundred to adore each breast,

But thirty thousand to the rest;

An age at least to every part,

And the last age should show your heart.

For, lady, you deserve this state,[2]

Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear

Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy beauty shall no more be found,

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing song; then worms shall try

That long-preserved virginity,

And your quaint honor turn to dust,

And into ashes all my lust:

The grave’s a fine and private place,

But none, I think, do there embrace.

    Now therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires[3]

At every pore with instant fires,[4]

Now let us sport us while we may,

And now, like amorous birds of prey,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chappedd power.

Let us roll all our strength and all

Our sweetness up into one ball,

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Thorough[5] the iron gates of life;

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, we yet we will make him run.

My Reply to Adrew Marvell, roughly 500 years later was;

JENNIFER CONNORS [1982–?]

“A River of Dreams..” When you look out into the universe what do you see? Endless Stars, Endless Dreamers...

In reply to Andrew McCoy's " A Coy Mistress"

For loves winged victories,

I have loved you a thousand years more,

Even when the seas split the shores,

For my isles of reality are among,

Ancient rivers and starry dreams.

For when the stars shine above,

The oceans do sing with a heavenly love,

There in the fairest of valleys I find thee,

My long lost and truly beloved

From the beginning, until the end of time.

We are of the same earth,

And of the same rhyme,

Each of us a gem, the earth our placeholder,

The keys to the universe,

Are found in selflessness,

Only then you will know,

How much you are loved,

Through seemingly eternal cycles,

Or at the gates,

I ask how often do we live,

Someone else’s or yesterdays dreams?

Be it starlit, or long lost I see that,

Glory lives only in the heart!

Andrew true by this,

Your gates shall chide.