I PRAY that Time full many years may bring And round about us heap his flowers and snow, That we adown the western slope may go Clasped hand in hand, as in that joyous spring When first together we did learn to sing The songs of youth beside the river's flow; The songs our hearts unto the end shall know, If now no more the woodlands with them ring. And we shall sit on many a golden eve Beside the fire and dream of other days When we were young, and laugh a wrinkled laugh, Nor mourn nor sigh that loud the winds do grieve, For thou shalt more than multiply the Mays, And I the long Decembers count by half. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDIAN SUMMER by SARA TEASDALE THE GROSS CLINIC by CAROL FROST ON THE ORIGIN OF EVIL by JOHN BYROM THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: THE POWER OF LOVE by JOHN FLETCHER THE RUINED MAID by THOMAS HARDY SHILOH; A REQUIEM by HERMAN MELVILLE |