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!