In timeworn twilight days can love survive;
With shades of time fading upon thine gaze
When seasons fickle prank to connive ,
Eroding mine verve through life’s waterways.
Where sirens once sang of romantic youth;
Such beauties engulfed mine ship with splendor,
And shoal watered wrinkles confounded truth
Robbing me of Spring’s time-treasured ardor.
Now the honeysuckle rose ne’er doth bloom,
And the nights grow weary of jasmine’s charm;
Nor takes the chance its fragrance to consume
Yet cherish’d mem’ries art friendly alarm.
And feelings escape from yon pastured farm,
Where youth tis ne’er lost, and thus keeps me warm.