WHEN I am old, And sadly steal apart, Into the dark and cold, Friend of my heart! Remember, if you can, Not him who lingers, but that other man, Who loved and sang, and had a beating heart, -- When I am old! When I am old, And all Love's ancient fire Be tremulous and cold: My soul's desire! Remember, if you may, Nothing of you and me but yesterday, When heart on heart we bid the years conspire To make us old. When I am old, And every star above Be pitiless and cold: My life's one love! Forbid me not to go: Remember nought of us but long ago, And not at last, how love and pity strove When I grew old! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TAM I' THE KIRK by VIOLET JACOB ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS THE FIRST BLUEBIRD by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY TO ALFRED TENNYSON, MY GRANDSON by ALFRED TENNYSON BALLAD: THE THINGS OF NO ACCOUNT by FRANCOIS VILLON |