A Song for Old Love

  There shall be a song for both of us that day
  Though 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 hands
  Folded like empty shells on sea-spurned sands.
  And you that were dawn whereat men shouted once
  Are sunset now, but with one worshipper,
  Then to your twilight heart this song shall be
  Sweeter than those that did your youth announce
  For your brave beautiful spirit is lovelier
  Than once your lovely body was to me.
  Your folded hands and your shut eyelids stir
  A 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 know
  That he who loved your soul was your true lover
  And the last song alone was worthy you.