They say eyes clear with age, <br />As dew clarifies air <br />To sharpen evenings, <br />As if time put an edge <br />Round the last shape of things <br />To show them there; <br />The many-levelled trees, <br />The long soft tides of grass <br />Wrinkling away the gold <br />Wind-ridden waves- all these, <br />They say, come back to focus <br />As we grow old.<br /><br />Philip Larkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/long-sight-in-age/
