An Answer. Poem by Alfred Castner King
An Answer.
When passing years have streaked with frost
These tresses now as jet,
When life's meridian is crossed
And beauty's sun has set,
When youth's last fleeting charm is lost,
Wilt thou be constant yet,
Nor time thy sentiment exhaust
And cause thee to forget?
If so-
My answer, I confess,
Shall be a calm, decided 'Yes';
But otherwise a 'No'!
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