Forgive me, World, if I outlive my welcome; Still look on me with gracious thoughts and kind; Remembering all the love of my old friends That lie at rest, and never change their mind. Forgive me, World, if I an old and think A silver love deserves return in gold: An old dog friend – whose kennel was my shadow – Has left it empty, and I feel the cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY THE GIFT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL THE HAYLOFT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE AT [OR AFTER] CORUNNA by CHARLES WOLFE |