Classic Poem

REFRAIN

I'll be tired of you
When stars are tired of gleaming.
When I am tired of dreaming,
Then I'll be tired of you.
This I know is true:
When winds are tired of blowing,
When grass is tired of growing,
Then I'll be tired of you.
Beyond the years,
Till day is night,
Till wrong is right,
Till birds refuse to sing;
Beyond the years,
The echo of my only love
Will still be whispering,
Whispering.
If my throbbing heart
Should ever start repeating
That it is tired of beating,
Then I'll be tired of you.