WE ARE old -- it must be so, Oft they say it -- they who know. Care they not what we could tell! Age with age companions well: Walk a little way with me, Talk, if so it pleases thee, Talk of that which is -- or seems! If we both fall into dreams So the rest is never told, Does it matter? We are old. Walk a little way with me -- Short enough the way will be: One of us, some time, shall start, Finding more than dreams depart. Round the lone one then will fold Deeper shadows. We are old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HELEN OF TROY by SARA TEASDALE A WAR SONG TO ENGLISHMEN by WILLIAM BLAKE DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE A SUMMER NIGHT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL SEASONS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS EPISTLE TO DR. ENFIELD ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |