English poem
An Answer.
by Alfred Castner King (1874–1941)
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"!