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...THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |