TIME ENOUGH FOR THAT !

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AFTERNOON

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When I am old, and comforted,

And done with this desire,

With Memory to share my bed

And Peace to share my fire,

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I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands

Beneath my laundered cap,

And watch my cool and fragile hands

Lie light upon my lap.

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And I will have a sprigged gown

With lace to kiss my throat;

I'll draw my curtain to the town,

And hum a purring note.

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And I'll forget the way of tears,

And rock, and stir my tea.

But oh, I wish those blessed years

Were further than they be!

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Dorothy Sayers