I would ask of you, my darling, A question soft and low, That gives me many a heartache As the moments come and go. Your love I know is truthful, But the truest love grows cold; It is this that I would ask you: Will you love me when I'm old? Life's morn will soon be waning, And its evening bells be tolled, But my heart shall know no sadness, If you'll love me when I'm old. Down the stream of life together We are sailing side by side, Hoping some bright day to anchor Safe beyond the surging tide. Today our sky is cloudless, But the night may clouds unfold; But, though storms may gather round us, Will you love me when I'm old? When my hair shall shade the snowdrift, And mine eyes shall dimmer grow, I would lean upon some loved one, Through the valley as I go. I would claim of you a promise, Worth to me a world of gold; It is only this, my darling, That you'll love me when I'm old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER by JOHN DONNE TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER by JOHN DRYDEN THE ERL-KING by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE REVENGE; A BALLAD OF THE FLEET by ALFRED TENNYSON DEPARTURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |