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Men Improve with the Years
| I am worn out with dreams; | | A weather-worn, marble triton | | Among the streams; | | And all day long I look | | Upon this lady’s beauty | | As though I had found in a book | | A pictured beauty, | | Pleased to have filled the
eyes | | Or the discerning ears, | | Delighted to be but wise, | | For men improve with the years; | | And yet, and
yet, | | Is this my dream, or the truth? | | O would that we had met | | When I had my burning youth! | | But I grow
old among dreams, | | A weather-worn, marble triton | | Among the streams. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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