I IN the evening of our days, When the first far stars above Glimmer dimmer, through the haze, Than the dewy eyes of love, Shall we mournfully revert To the vanished morns and Mays Of our youth, with hearts that hurt, -- In the evening of our days? II Shall the hand that holds your own Till the twain are thrilled as now, -- Be withheld, or colder grown? Shall my kiss upon your brow Falter from its high estate? And, in all forgetful ways, Shall we sit apart and wait -- In the evening of our days? III Nay, my wife -- my life! -- the gloom Shall enfold us velvet-wise, And my smile shall be the groom Of the gladness of your eyes: Gently, gently as the dew Mingles with the darkening maze, I shall fall asleep with you -- In the evening of our days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY I WRITE NOT OF LOVE by BEN JONSON IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON, FR. THE HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS PSALM 119 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THUS FAR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HOW CAN I SING? by FREDERICK C. BODEN THE GREAT ADVENTURE (WITH ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO GEORGE MATTHEW ADAMS) by BERTON BRALEY |