A Song For Old Age

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Title:     A Song For Old Age
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

Now nights grow cold and colder,
And North the wild vane swings,
And round each tree and boulder
The driving snow-storm sings--
Come, make my old heart older,
O memory of lost things!

Of Hope, when promise sung her
Brave songs and I was young,
That banquets now on hunger
Since all youth's songs are sung;
Of Love, who walks with younger
Sweethearts the flowers among.

Ah, well! while Life holds levee,
Death's ceaseless dance goes on.
So let the curtains, heavy
About my couch, be drawn--
The curtains, sad and heavy,
Where all shall sleep anon.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Song For Old Age

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