Twenty Years Hence

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.