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Old men write and sing of Love's entrancing vale, Whose perfumed bowers they knew so well; And strive with memory's blessed arms to scale The fortress where young romances dwell.

Young men write and ponder on philosophy, Whose vagueness sharpens their intent To fathom Life's overwhelming mystery, To taste Fame's semblance of content.

What a piteous sight as old men try to pen The wondrous spirit of romance; Forgetting that ghosts can only mock again, A truth their efforts but enhance.