The Old Road to Paradise/I Was Still a Child

by Margaret Widdemer

I WAS STILL A CHILD

I was still a child
 Till I came to you,
Child-eyes, child-heart,
 Child-lips all too true;

I went silently,
 With all-wondering eyes . . .
"She is old," they said,
 "She is grave and wise."

Came your touch that burned
 Eyes and lips and heart;
There were no more dreams
 I could spin, apart:

Now my lips are gay
 And my heart untold;
"She is young," they say . . .
 I am old—am old!