There shall be a song for both of us that day br Though fools say you have long outlived your songs, br And when, perhaps, because your hair is grey, br You go unsung, to whom all praise belongs, br And no men kiss your hands--your fragile hands br Folded like empty shells on sea-spurned sands. br And you that were dawn whereat men shouted once br Are sunset now, but with one worshipper, br Then to your twilight heart this song shall be br Sweeter than those that did your youth announce br For your brave beautiful spirit is lovelier br Than once your lovely body was to me. br Your folded hands and your shut eyelids stir br A passion that Time has crowned with sanctity. br Young fools shall wonder why, your youth being over, br You are so sung still, but your heart will know br That he who loved your soul was your true lover br And the last song alone was worthy you.