Grow old with me, my lovely girl,
Grow old along with me;
The flower does not bud but for
The poet and the bee!
Come home with me, my lovely girl,
Come fill my empty home;
For girls cannot forever bloom,
Nor boys forever roam.
To you alone, my lovely girl,
To you I promise this:
That you shall not be loveless while
These lips are warm to kiss!
So take my hand, my lovely girl,
And hand in hand we’ll go,
And though we creak and totter on
Our eyes will keep their glow.
Grow old with me, my lovely girl,
And there shall be no end:
As one we’ll slip beneath the earth,
As one we shall ascend.
I see the influence of A.E. Housman in this poem, which in my opinion would not have been out of place in one of his collections. It's a shame that Housman appears to be so underrated nowadays.
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