Poems (Taylor)/To Fortune

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TO FORTUNE
 When I am old, all things I will endure;
But now, now, now, while I am young and pure,
Give me my portion of delight; and so
     But let me go.

When I am old and tired I shall not care
How many reveries I must outwear;—
But to the soul as young as April rain,
     Less pain, less pain!

Then roses, roses for the fragrant hair,
And wedding torches for the fingers fair,
And love, love, love, for the unbroken heart,
     The perfect heart.

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When I am old, o'er leagues of sad unrest
I shall go softly;—hiding in my breast
Some gorgeous dream of youth, until I meet
    The Grey Friend sweet.

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