I shall live to be old, who feared I should die young, I shall live to be old. I shall cling to life as the leaves to the creaking oak In the rustle of falling snow and the cold. The other trees let loose their leaves on the air In their russet and red, I have lived long enough to wonder which is the best, And to envy sometimes the way of the early dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHAPERON by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER CHILDHOOD by JENS IMMANUEL BAGGESEN THE VIERZIDE CHAIRS by WILLIAM BARNES MOUNT RAINIER by HERBERT BASHFORD NIGHT BLOSSOMING by JANICE BLANCHARD THE UNKNOWN WOMAN by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK A MARSH MESSAGE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |