Walter Learned (Уолтер Лирнед)

Time's Revenge

When I was ten and she fifteen--
Ah, me! how fair I thought her.
She treated with disdainful mien
The homage that I brought her,
And, in a patronizing way,
Would of my shy advances say:
"It's really quite absurd, you see;
He's very much too young for me."

I'm twenty now, she twenty-five--
Well, well! how old she's growing.
I fancy that my suit might thrive
If pressed again; but, owing
To great discrepancy in age,
Her marked attentions don't engage
My young affections, for, you see,
She's really quite too old for me.

1. With Pen and Ink
2. Humility
3. The Prime of Life
4. On the Fly-Leaf of a Book of Old Plays
5. The Last Reservation

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