Afternoon

When I am old, and comforted

And done with this desire

With memory to share my bed

And peace to share my fire



I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands

Beneath my laundered cap

And watch my cool and fragile hands

Lie light upon my lap



And I will have a sprigged gown

With lace to kiss my throat

I'll draw my curtain to the town

And hum a purring note



And I'll forget the way of tears

And rock, and stir my tea

But oh, I wish those blessed years

Were further than they be !