Here you will find the Poem A Song for Old Love of poet Muriel Stuart
There shall be a song for both of us that day Though fools say you have long outlived your songs, And when, perhaps, because your hair is grey, You go unsung, to whom all praise belongs, And no men kiss your hands--your fragile hands Folded like empty shells on sea-spurned sands. And you that were dawn whereat men shouted once Are sunset now, but with one worshipper, Then to your twilight heart this song shall be Sweeter than those that did your youth announce For your brave beautiful spirit is lovelier Than once your lovely body was to me. Your folded hands and your shut eyelids stir A passion that Time has crowned with sanctity. Young fools shall wonder why, your youth being over, You are so sung still, but your heart will know That he who loved your soul was your true lover And the last song alone was worthy you.
