IN days to come -- whatever ache Of age shall rack our bones, or quake Our slackened thews -- whatever grip Rheumatic catch us i' the hip, -- We, each one, for the other's sake, Will of our very wailings make Such quips of song as well may shake The spasm'd corners from the lip -- In days to come. Ho! ho! how our old hearts shall rake The past up! -- how our dry eyes slake Their sight upon the dewy drip Of juicy-ripe companionship, And blink stars from the blind opaque -- In days to come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTLEY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE AT APRIL by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING TO HELEN (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 10. THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI EPITAPH by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 45. A LITTLE WHILE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |