When you are old, and I am passed away – <br />Passed, and your face, your golden face is gray – <br />I think, what’er the end, this dream of mine, <br />Comforting you, a friendly star will shine <br />Down the dim slope where you still stumble and stray. <br />So may it be: that so dead yesterday, <br />Not sad-eyed ghost but generous and gay, <br />May serve your memories like almighty wine, <br />When you are old! <br /> <br />Dear Heart, it shall be so. Under the sway <br />Of death the past’s enormous disarray <br />Lies hushed and dark. Yet though there come no sign, <br />Live on well pleased: immortal and divine <br />Love shall still tend you, as God’s angels may, <br />When you are old.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-are-old-4/
