  When Age comes on!— The deepening dusk is where the dawn Once glittered splendid, and the dew In honey-drips, from red rose-lips Was kissed away by me and you.— And now across the frosty lawn Black foot-prints trail, and Age comes on— And Age comes on! And biting wild-winds whistle through Our tattered hopes—and Age comes on! When Age comes on!— O tide of raptures, long withdrawn, Flow back in summer-floods, and fling Here at our feet our childhood sweet, And all the songs we used to sing!... Old loves, old friends—all dead and gone— Our old faith lost—and Age comes on— And Age comes on! Poor hearts! have we not anything But longings left when Age comes on! |
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