When I grow grey and men shall say to me, "What was the worth of living, truly told?— Lo! thou hast lived thy life out; thou art old; Thou hast gathered fruit from many a green-leafed tree, And kissed love's lips by many a summer sea, And twined soft hands in locks of shining gold:— But all thy days are dead days now, behold! Life passes onward,—what is life to thee?" Then will I answer,—as thy gracious eyes, Love, gleam upon me from dim far-off skies,— "Life had its endless deathless charm,—and still That charm weaves rapture round me at my will. Life has its glory:—for I have seen @3Thee;@1 And roses,—and June sunsets,—and the sea." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE SOUR READER by ROBERT HERRICK LUCIFER IN STARLIGHT by GEORGE MEREDITH THE TIME OF LOVE by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN THE FUGITIVE by PRINGLE BARRET L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE LYNTON VERSES: 6. SYMPHONY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |