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How one remembers.

How can one forget The days when Love and Life were bourgeoning, Breaking so soon to fragile flower. One day, Winter no longer, but the Spring not yet, Then thro' a grey night laced with silver showers Gliding by green gradations, Spring was here, Whelming the world with fragrance, as the guests At flowery feasts of the Imperial Fool Were drowned in roses by their fitful host.

( enters during first words of speech, )

Aye, youth was pleasant, though we lived too late Who never knew the noontide day of Rome.