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I. In the evening of our days, / When the first far stars above / Glimmer dimmer, through the haze, / Than the dewy eyes of love, / Shall we mournfully revert / To the vanished morns and Mays / Of our youth, with hearts that hurt, -- / In the evening of our days?
II. Shall the hand that holds your own / Till the twain are thrilled as now, / Be withheld, or colder grown?
Shall my kiss upon your brow / Falter from its high estate?
And, in all forgetful ways, / Shall we sit apart and wait -- / In the evening of our days?
III. Nay, my wife -- my life! -- the gloom / Shall enfold us velvetwise, / And my smile shall be the groom / Of the gladness of your eyes: / Gently, gently as the dew / Mingles with the darkening maze, / I shall fall asleep with you -- / In the evening of our days.