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.