I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other PoemsTonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of DespairAll-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [ ]
Complete Poems and Songs of Robert Burns