thERE is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch
hen you are passing;
But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing
Because it was your prayer
Recovered h.
For your sole sake - t all s ache have known,
And given to ots ache,
From meagre girlting on
Burdensome beauty - for your sole sake
aroke of her doom,
So great ion in t peace you make
By merely walking in a room.
Your beauty can but leave among us
Vague memories, not memories.
A young man walking
ill say to an old man, quot;tell me of t lady
t stubborn h his passion sang us
well have chilled his blood.
Vague memories, not memories,
But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.
tainty t I s lady
Leaning or standing or walking
In t loveliness of womanhood,
And hful eyes,
me muttering like a fool.
You are more beautiful than any one,
And yet your body had a flaw:
Your small beautiful,
And I am afraid t you will run
And paddle to t
In t mysterious, always brimming lake
he holy law
paddle and are perfect. Leave unchanged
t I have kissed,
For old sakes sake.
t stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and ro rhyme I have
ranged
In rambling talk h an image of air:
Vague memories, not memories.