Karle Wilson Baker

(1878 - 1960 / United States)

Let Me Grow Lovely

Poem by Karle Wilson Baker

Let me grow lovely, growing old--
So many fine things do:
Laces, and ivory, and gold,
And silks need not be new;
And there is healing in old trees,
Old streets a glamour hold;
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?


Comments about Let Me Grow Lovely by Karle Wilson Baker

  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (11/3/2019 1:23:00 AM)

    Let me grow lovely, growing old-
    So many fine things do:
    Laces, and ivory, and gold,
    And silks need not be new; .../// beautiful poem penned(Report)Reply

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  • Jeanette TelusmaJeanette Telusma (3/24/2017 3:32:00 AM)

    Lovely... thoughts of the wordings are very vivid.(Report)Reply

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (3/7/2017 10:46:00 PM)

    A beautiful and thought provoking desire incorporated in a sweet song with little flight of imagery.(Report)Reply

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  • Cheryl Davis MillerCheryl Davis Miller (7/16/2016 8:05:00 AM)

    lovely; For it has hammered loud enough,
    Clamored enough, when all is said:
    Only its quiet part shall live
    When I am dead.(Report)Reply

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  • * Sunprincess * (6/4/2014 9:42:00 PM)

    ..........a wonderful poem....to be as lovely as a tree would be a dream...(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003