All in the Timing

I see no reason why I should desist
From praise, although the prize has been achieved.
No barriers unto my praise resist,
And what I claim is readily believed,
Therefore rejoice, and let the open sound
Of praise believed redouble in the air!
When unresisted, praises should abound
And not dry up just as the way grows fair.
So hear of me, that still am filled with love
For her that now does not dispute my praise
The lowest and most basic instance of
How she is lovely, and delights my days:
Her arms are where I know that I belong
In her embrace there can be nothing wrong.