May we age slowly Like a piece of rare old wood, Which, after years of contacts, Emerges satin-smooth With the fine grain of the years Accenting the knots; And its growth-rings richer, Mellow and more beautiful. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 3. NAPLES by SARA TEASDALE LINCOLN by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER THE LEPER (2) by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |