YEARS AGO. And I did love you very dearly— How dearly, words want power to show; I thought your heart was touched as nearly, But that was fifty years ago. Then other lovers came around you, I saw you then, first vows forsaking, And I lived on, to wed another: But that was thirty years ago. 265 266 YEARS AGO. You grew a matron plump and comely, But I too had my festal days. No merrier eyes have ever glistened Around the hearthstone's wintry glow, Than when my youngest child was christened, But that was twenty years ago. Time past; my eldest girl was married, One pet of four years old I've carried In our old fields of childish pleasure, But though first love's impassioned blindness I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last good-night. YEARS AGO. 267 The ever-rolling silent hours. Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago. OUR BALL. W. M. PRAED. 'LL come to our ball:-since we parted I've thought of you more than I'll say; Indeed, I was half broken-hearted For a week, when they took you away. Fond fancy brought back to my slumbers Our walks on the Ness and the Den, And echoed the musical numbers Which you used to sing to me then. I know the romance, now 'tis over, 'Twere idle, or worse, to recall; I know you're a terrible rover; But, Clarence, you'll come to our ball. OUR BALL. 269 It's only a year since at college You put on your cap and your gown; But, Clarence, you've grown out of knowledge, And changed from the spur to the crown: The voice, that was best when it faltered, Is firmer and fuller in tone, And the smile, that should never have altered, Dear Clarence, it is not your own. Your cravat was badly selected, Your coat don't become you at all; And why is your hair so neglected? You must have it curled for our ball. I've often been out upon Haldon I've often been over to Shaldon Too see how your boat is laid up: In spite of the terrors of Aunty I've ridden the filly you broke; |