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...TWO SONNETS: 1 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) TO A LADY: SHE REFUSING TO CONTINUE A DISPUTE WITH ME by MATTHEW PRIOR TO THE UNIMPLORED BELOVED by EDWARD SHANKS IN THE FOREST by ELINOR PETERSON ALLEN THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S PARTING WORDS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE POET'S SOLILOQUY by E. M. AVERILL |