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We are desert leagues apart; / Time is misty ages now / Since the warmth of heart to heart / Chased the shadows from my brow.
Oh, I am so old, meseems / I am next of kin to Time, / The historian of her dreams / From the long forgotten prime.
You have come a path of flowers.
What a way was mine to roam!
Many a fallen empire's towers, / Many a ruined heart my home.
No, there is no comfort, none; / All the dewy tender breath / Idly falls when life is done / On the starless brow of death.
Though the dream of love may tire, / In the ages long agone / There were ruby hearts of fire -- / Ah, the daughters of the dawn!
Though I am so feeble now, / I remember when our pride / Could not to the Mighty bow; / We would sweep His stars aside.
Mix thy youth with thoughts like those -- / It were but to wither thee, / But to graft the youthful rose / On the old and flowerless tree.
Age is no more near than youth / To the sceptre and the crown.
Vain the wisdom, vain the truth; / Do not lay thy rapture down.