And Still

When twilight fell upon your face,
And in your limbs swung lesser grace;
When early frost flew in your hair,
And stayed, to be set partner there;
When autumn’s leaves light-raked your lips
And scattered o’er your fingertips:
Your eyes still held their living truth—
No youngster had more lively youth.
And still your voice, though weak, was strong
With piping poem and sweeet’ning song;
And still, today, your laughter, gay,
For your grandchildren’s happy play,
Is like a light that cannot die,
Immortal in our household sky.

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