| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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| 1691. Love and Time |
| | | By Beatrix Demarest Lloyd |
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| ACROSS the gardens of Life they go, | |
| A strange, ill-mated pair; | |
| By paths where naught but blossoms blow, | |
| But paths neglected where gaunt weeds grow, | |
| But hand in hand, through joy, through care, | 5 |
| Across the gardens of Life they go. | |
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| The one is old, and grim, and gray: | |
| His eyes stare off, like one in dreams; | |
| Across his breast his white locks stray; | |
| The sands in his glass fall day by day; | 10 |
| Over his shoulder his scythe-blade gleams, | |
| And he is old, and grim, and gray. | |
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| And one is young, and bright, and fair: | |
| The golden curls about his head | |
| Shine as a halo; his red lips dare | 15 |
| The birds in song; he knows no care, | |
| Joy in his heart is never dead, | |
| He lives to love and he is fair. | |
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| Hoar-headed Time was never young, | |
| And Love on earth cannot grow old; | 20 |
| And yet, since first to that hand he clung | |
| Since first his tender song he sung, | |
| Since first his love-tale had he told, | |
| And to a dart his bow had strung | |
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| Together, through ways of joy, of woe, | 25 |
| Though one is old and one is fair, | |
| By Paths where naught but blossoms blow, | |
| By paths neglected where gaunt weeds grow, | |
| Together, a strange, ill-mated pair, | |
| Across the gardens of Life they go. | 30 |
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