As a white candle <br />In a holy place, <br />So is the beauty <br />Of an aged face. <br /> <br />As the spent radience <br />Of the winter sun, <br />So is a woman <br />With her travail done. <br /> <br />Her brood gone from her, <br />And her thoughts as still <br />As the waters <br />Under a ruined mill.<br /><br />Joseph Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-woman-4/
