Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-bye; And everybody thinks that you are dead, But I. So I, as I grow stiff and cold To this and that say Good-bye too; And everybody sees that I am old But you. And one fine morning in a sunny lane Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear That nobody can love their way again While over there You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SONNET: 67 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE RAGGED WOOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BROKEN WATER WHEEL by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM BARCAROLE: DE VIGNY by E. G. B. THE LOST COLORS by MARY A. BARR PSALM 63 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |