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So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest, / To keep Time's perishing touch at bay / From the roseate splendour of the cheek so tender, / And the silver threads from the gold away; / And the tell-tale years that have hurried by us / Shall tiptoe back, and, with kind good-will, / They shall take their traces from off our faces, / If we will trust to thy magic skill.
Thou speakest fairly; but if I listen / And buy thy secret and prove its truth, / Hast thou the potion and magic lotion / To give me also the _heart_ of youth? / With the cheek of rose and the eye of beauty, / And the lustrous locks of life's lost prime, / Wilt thou bring thronging each hope and longing / That made the glory of that dead Time?