THE YOUNG HEART IN AGE
BY EDITH M. THOMAS
LET fall the ashen veil
On locks of ebon sheen;
And let Time’s furrowing tale
On once-smooth brows be seen.
And let my eyes forego
Their once-keen shaft of sight;
Let hands and feet not know
Their former skill or might.
Take all of outward grace,
Ye Aging Powers—but hold!
Touch not the inner place,
Let not my heart be old!
Then, Youth, to me repair;
And be my soothéd guest;
All things with you I share
Save one,—that wild unrest!
