do you think an old heart can't sing
do you think an old heart can't dance
with a love that belongs to spring â€"
nor i â€" till i took this glance

in a mirror long put-by â€" denied
the least touch of light (there being
no cause but to let it hide)
yet now there's this sudden seeing

this astonishing flow of longing
that gives the dulled glass a shine
and so many lost wants thronging
(must i fear the eyes aren't mine)

dream has shaken its sheets out
a freshness (discarded) restored
muted rhythms let loud beats out
(scared hopes being reassured)

unfathomable scores its chances
(love's fingers plucking the strings)
can't you see â€" this lame heart dances
can't you hear â€" this dried heart sings