WHEN I AM OLD -- - Katharine Hinkson Poems


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When I am old and drenched in worlds of sadness,
        And wear a lacy cap upon my head;
When, looking past the future's singing gladness,
        I linger, wistful, in the years long dead.
When I am old, and young folk all about me,
        Speak softly of religion, when they speak,
When parties are a grand success without me;
        And when my laugh is fluttering and weak --

Will I then be content to raise my glances,
        Serenely to the cloud-entangled sky?
And will I be content to watch at dances,
        Without a heartbreak, as the hours pass by?
Or when I see young lovers' fingers twine,
Will I remember, dear, your lips on mine?