ONCE UPON A TIME. HT 555. SOCTHEY. I mind me of a pleasant time, A season long ago; The pleasantest
... morning mist and evening haze (Unlike this cold grey rime) Seemed woven warm of golden air— When I was in my prime. And blackberries—so mawkish now— Were finely flavoured then; And nuts—such reddening clusters ripe I nee,' shall pull wain. Nor strawberries ...