WHEN 1 WAS IN MT PRIME. UV CAKULIXC UOWLE9
... morning mist and crening haze Unlike this oold gray rime Seemed woven waves of golden air. When I was in my prime. And blackberries—so mawkish now— Were finely flavoured then; And hazel nuts 1 such clusters thick 1 ne'er shall |Hill again Nor strawberries ...