An Oxford Idyll
Ah little mill, you're rumbling still, Ah sunset flecked with gold! Ah deepening tinge, ah purple fringe Of lilac as of old! Ah hawthorn hedge, ah light-won pledge Of kisses warm and plenty, When she was true, and twenty-two, And I was two-and-twenty. I don't know how she broke her vow, She said that I was "horty" And there's the mill a goin' still, And I am five-and-forty. And sooth to tell, 'twas just as well, Her aitches were uncertain; Her ways though nice, not point-device; Her father liked his" Burton." But there's a place you cannot trace, So spare the fond endeavour, A cloudless sky, where Kate and I Are twenty-two for ever.
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