Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Walter Savage LandorThe Effects of Age
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But blunt and flaccid is my pen,
No longer talked of by young men
As rather clever.
In their last quarter are my eyes,
You see it by their form and size,
Is it not time, then, to be wise?—
Or now, or never.
While time allows the short reprieve
Just look at me! Could you believe
’T was once a lover?
I cannot clear the five-barred gate,
But trying first its timber’s state,
Climb stiffly up, take breath and wait,
To trundle over.
Th’ entangling blooms of beauty’s spring,
I cannot say the tender thing,
Be ’t true or false.
And am beginning to opine
Those girls are only half-divine
Whose waists you wicked boys entwine
In giddy waltz.
I wish them wiser, graver, older,
Sedater, and no harm if colder,
And panting less.
Ah! people were not half so wild
In former days, when, starchly mild,
Upon her high-heeled Essex smiled
The brave Queen Bess.