I <br /> <br />In the evening of our days, <br />When the first far stars above <br />Glimmer dimmer, through the haze, <br />Than the dewy eyes of love, <br />Shall we mournfully revert <br />To the vanished morns and Mays <br />Of our youth, with hearts that hurt,-- <br />In the evening of our days? <br /> <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Shall the hand that holds your own <br />Till the twain are thrilled as now, <br />Be withheld, or colder grown? <br />Shall my kiss upon your brow <br />Falter from its high estate? <br />And, in all forgetful ways, <br />Shall we sit apart and wait-- <br />In the evening of our days? <br /> <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />Nay, my wife--my life!--the gloom <br />Shall enfold us velvetwise, <br />And my smile shall be the groom <br />Of the gladness of your eyes: <br />Gently, gently as the dew <br />Mingles with the darkening maze, <br />I shall fall asleep with you-- <br />In the evening of our days.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-evening-4/
