WE ARE old -- it must be so, Oft they say it -- they who know. Care they not what we could tell! Age with age companions well: Walk a little way with me, Talk, if so it pleases thee, Talk of that which is -- or seems! If we both fall into dreams So the rest is never told, Does it matter? We are old. Walk a little way with me -- Short enough the way will be: One of us, some time, shall start, Finding more than dreams depart. Round the lone one then will fold Deeper shadows. We are old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANGLOSAXON STREET by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY THE KEEP-SAKE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WINTER RAIN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO MY SISTER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE SEAMY SIDE OF MOTLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |