
The speaker meditates on the uncertain arrival of old age, imagining a time when hope fades, desire falls silent, and love remains alive but cold. Yet while hope and desire endure, the speaker longs to pass beyond ordinary limits, to “Break the Glass” of existence “unpierced by Vision,” and to behold the vast unfolding of centuries. Even if the speaker lives to great age, they imagine looking back upon strength, peace, the beloved, and a love that will finally enfold the heart like a fragrant cerement.
By Marie Van Vorst · First published 1909 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Love Poetry, Contemplative Poetry · 214 words
When I am old! Oh Love, who well can say / Whether within a year, a month, a day / Or six times ten years that dead time shall come / When Hope is pale and wan Desire stands dumb, / And Love though living, clasps with fingers cold, / When we are old.
I think, perhaps, that Boundary's dim outline / Will not be crossed by these swift steps of mine, / But while Desire is warm, and Hope still thrills / I shall go hence and look from unseen hills / On mighty scrolls of centuries unrolled, / I still not old.
The Glass is listed on Textopian as a poem by Marie Van Vorst, dated 1909 CE.
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early 20th-century fiction · American literature · social drama · romance · society novel · marriage · love · class differences · wealth · domestic life · women's lives · family relationships