My only books where woman's looks, And folly's all they've taught me...

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
You kiss'd me when we met,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft book.
Jumping from the chair you sat in;
Time, you read, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in !
The words in the book,
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Because you do not understand my book
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I,m growing old, but add,
I kiss'd my books...
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Loved fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid my face in his books.