| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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| Wrinkles |
| | | Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) |
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| WHEN Helen first saw wrinkles in her face | |
| (’T was when some fifty long had settled there | |
| And intermarried and branch’d off awide) | |
| She threw herself upon her couch and wept: | |
| On this side hung her head, and over that | 5 |
| Listlessly she let fall the faithless brass | |
| That made the men as faithless. | |
| But when you | |
| Found them, or fancied them, and would not hear | |
| That they were only vestiges of smiles, | 10 |
| Or the impression of some amorous hair | |
| Astray from cloister’d curls and roseate band, | |
| Which had been lying there all night perhaps | |
| Upon a skin so soft, “No, no,” you said, | |
| “Sure, they are coming, yes, are come, are here: | 15 |
| Well, and what matters it, while thou art too!” | |
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