A Song For Old Age.
Now nights grow cold and colder, And North the wild vane swings, And round each tree and boulder The driving snow-storm sings - Come, make my old heart older, O memory of lost things! Of Hope, when promise sung her Brave songs and I was young, That banquets now on hunger Since all youth's songs are sung; Of Love, who walks with younger Sweethearts the flowers among. Ah, well! while Life holds levee, Death's ceaseless dance goes on. So let the curtains, heavy About my couch, be drawn - The curtains, sad and heavy, Where all shall sleep anon.
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