The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912)/Father

by Florence Earle Coates

For other versions of this work, see Father (Coates).

FATHER

How should I dream but you were old
Who seemed so strangely wise?
The truth, had I the truth been told,
Had filled me with surprise;
But now that you are gone, alas!
Beyond Death's voiceless sea,
Still, as your birthdays come and pass,
You younger grow to me.