A Song For Old Love.

There shall be a song for both of us that day         Though fools say you have long outlived your songs,         And when, perhaps, because your hair is grey,         You go unsung, to whom all praise belongs,         And no men kiss your hands - your fragile hands         Folded like empty shells on sea-spurned sands.         And you that were dawn whereat men shouted once         Are sunset now, with but one worshipper,         Then to your twilight heart this song shall be         Sweeter than those that did your youth announce         For your brave beautiful spirit is lovelier         Than once your lovely body was to me.         Your folded hands and your shut eyelids stir         A passion that Time has crowned with sanctity.         Young fools shall wonder why, your youth being over,         You are so sung still, but your heart will know         That he who loved your soul was your true lover         And the last song alone was worthy you.