When thou art old and bye the fire alone

Original Text: 

Wilfrid Thorley, Fleurs de Lys: A Book of French Poetry Freely Translated into English Verse. Boston and New York: Houghton Mifflin, 1920. 66. Internet Archive.

1When thou art old and bye the fire alone
2    Bent o'er the candle thou dost twirl the skeine,
3    Then shalt thou quaver, with bewilder'd brayne
4Howe Ronsard sang thy lovelinesse long gone.
5Then if thy servant hear my lover's moan
6    Though toil doth drowse her, yet at that sweet strayne
7    She shall arise to honour thy dead swaine.
8And give thy name immortal benison.
9I shall be buried and long turned to claye
10    Under dark myrtle-trees wherbye I rest;
11    Whyle thou besyde the hearth with shrunken breast,
12Bewail'st the love that thou didst spurn awaye;
13    Then hearken nowe to thy true love's behest:
14Gather the roses of thy lyfe to-daye.
RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
Data entry: Sharine Leung
RPO Edition: 
2012