  Lady, the world is old, and we are young. The world is old to-night and full of tears And tumbled dreams, and all its songs are sung, And echoes rise no more from the tombed years. Lady, the world is old, but we are young. Once only shines the mellow moon so fair; One speck of Time is Love's Eternity. Once only can the stars so light your hair, And the night make your eyes my psaltery. Lady, the world is old. Love still is young. Let us take hand ere the swift moment end. My heart is but a lamp to light your way. My song your counsellor, my love your friend, Your soul the shrine whereat I kneel and pray. Lady, the world grows old. Let us be young. T. B. |
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