When I am old, <br />And sadly steal apart, <br />Into the dark and cold, <br />Friend of my heart! <br />Remember, if you can, <br />Not him who lingers, but that other man, <br />Who loved and sang, and had a beating heart, - <br />When I am old ! <br /> <br />When I am old, <br />And all Love's ancient fire <br />Be tremulous and cold: <br />My soul's desire ! <br />Remember, if you may, <br />Nothing of you and me but yesterday, <br />When heart on heart we bid the years conspire <br />To make us old. <br /> <br />When I am old, <br />And every star above <br />Be pitiless and cold: <br />My life's one love ! <br />Forbid me not to go : <br />Remember nought of us but long ago, <br />And not at last, how love and pity strove <br />When I grew old !<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-tempore-senectutis-2/
