The Old Road to Paradise/I Was Still a Child

4512756The Old Road to Paradise — I Was Still a ChildMargaret Widdemer
I WAS STILL A CHILD
I was still a child
Till I came to you,
Child-eyes, child-heart,
Child-lips all too true;

I went silently,
With all-wondering eyes . . .
"She is old," they said,
"She is grave and wise."

Came your touch that burned
Eyes and lips and heart;
There were no more dreams
I could spin, apart:

Now my lips are gay
And my heart untold;
"She is young," they say . . .
I am old—am old!