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Let Me Grow Lovely
(1878 - 1960 / United States)

Let Me Grow Lovely

Let me grow lovely, growing old--
So many fine things do:
Laces, and ivory, and gold,
And silks need not be new;
And there is healing in old trees,
Old streets a glamour hold;
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?

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Let me grow lovely, growing old- So many fine things do: Laces, and ivory, and gold, And silks need not be new; .../// beautiful poem penned
Lovely... thoughts of the wordings are very vivid.
A beautiful and thought provoking desire incorporated in a sweet song with little flight of imagery.
lovely; For it has hammered loud enough, Clamored enough, when all is said: Only its quiet part shall live When I am dead.
..........a wonderful poem....to be as lovely as a tree would be a dream...