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 TO L. H. S.

, these vagrant songs may woo you

Once again from winter's ruth,—

Once more quicken memories failing

Of those days when we went sailing,

Eager as when first I knew you,

Sailing after my lost youth.

My lost youth, for in my sight you

Had yourself forborne to change

Since that age when we, together,

Made such mock of wind and weather,

Sought alone what might delight you,—

Ah, how sweet, how far, how strange!

Yet, though scarcely else anear you

Than Tithonus to Aurore,

I am still by Time requited,

Still can vaunt, as when we plighted, 159