Slippers

When Youth is gone, and beauty too,

And Blood is wild no more-

How can they prove, when old and weak,

That love is still in power?

Will, when their Kisses die for warmth,

And flesh has no desire,

They fetch each other's slippers from

The cupboard to a fire?

And will they sit together there,

To sleep or sew, or read;

And if one hears a sigh, or coughs-

Will not the other heed?