WHEN I WAS IN PRIME. CAROLINE BOWLES. 1 mintl me of pleasant time— A season long ago— Tlie pleasantest I’ve
... The morning mist and evening haze— Unlike ibis cold grey rime Seem’d woven waves of golden air. When 1 was in prime. And blackberries —so mawkish now Were finely flavoured then ; And hazel nuts ! such ■clusters thick ne’er shall pnil again Nor strawberries ...