WHEN VVAS IN MY PRIME. I mind me of a pleasant time, season long ago,— The pleasantest I've ever known
... : The morning mist and evening haze, Unlike the cold, grey rime, Seem'd woven waves golden air When I was my prime. And blackberries, so mawkish now, Were finely flavour'd then. And hazel nuts such clusters thick ne'er shall pluck again. Nor strawb'rtes ...