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  • and i'll forget the way of tears, and rock, and stir my tea

    23 Nov 2008, 21:01 by heya_iamsam

    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!

    Afternoon