Poems (Taylor)/To Fortune
TO FORTUNE
When I am old, all things I will endure;But now, now, now, while I am young and pure,Give me my portion of delight; and so But let me go.
When I am old and tired I shall not careHow many reveries I must outwear;—But to the soul as young as April rain, Less pain, less pain!
Then roses, roses for the fragrant hair,And wedding torches for the fingers fair,And love, love, love, for the unbroken heart, The perfect heart.
When I am old, o'er leagues of sad unrestI shall go softly;—hiding in my breastSome gorgeous dream of youth, until I meet The Grey Friend sweet.