Twenty Years Hence

Twenty Years Hence by Walter Savage Landor

Twenty years hence my eyes may grow
If not quite dim, yet rather so,
Yet yours from others they shall know

Twenty years hence.

Twenty years hence, though it may hap
That I be called to take a nap
In a cool cell where thunder clap

Was never heard,

There breathe but o'er my arch of grass
A not too sadly sighed 'Alas!'
And I shall catch ere you can pass

That wingéd word.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.