One we Love

One we Love written by William Henry Davies

New Poems (1907)

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Thou miser, Time, who gave to me
Some vigour, grace, and youth more dear -
They were not gifts, but debts and loans,
Which I repay thee year by year;
E'en thou, false Time, were not reproved,
Did I grow old with one I loved.
Go, Fame, whose voice is from high hills
'Tis death to climb and much heartburn;
Not worldly wealth, nor temporal power,
Nor future hopes shall serve my turn -
Not me again shall either move,
So I grow old with the one I love.
In ocean's depths, how rude is life,
They murder there and make no sound!
Wild beasts are dying off the land,
And now'tis man gives man his wound:
But there's one joy none can disprove -
'Tis to grow old with one we love.

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