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...DISCORDANTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN A SLEEPLESS NIGHT by ALFRED AUSTIN TO LOVE IS TO BE BORN ANEW by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE VISION OF THE ARCHANGELS by RUPERT BROOKE PICTURES OF THE SOUTHWEST: HEAT by ELIZABETH KING COWGILL OLD AND YOUNG by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH THE FAT MAN YEARNS by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY AN HYMN TO THE SAINTS, AND TO MARQUESSE HAMYLTON by JOHN DONNE |