Poems (Stuart)/A Song For Old Love

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A SONG FOR OLD LOVE.
There shall be a song for both of us that dayThough fools say you have long outlived your songs,And when, perhaps, because your hair is grey,You go unsung, to whom all praise belongs,And no men kiss your hands—your fragile handsFolded like empty shells on sea-spurned sands.And you that were dawn whereat men shouted onceAre sunset now, with but one worshipper,Then to your twilight heart this song shall beSweeter than those that did your youth announceFor your brave beautiful spirit is lovelierThan once your lovely body was to me.Your folded hands and your shut eyelids stirA passion that Time has crowned with sanctity.Young fools shall wonder why, your youth being over,You are so sung still, but your heart will knowThat he who loved your soul was your true loverAnd the last song alone was worthy you.
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