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Fuess and Stearns, comps.  The Little Book of Society Verse.  1922.
The Effects of Age
By Walter Savage Landor
YES, I write verses now and then,
But blunt and flaccid is my pen,
No longer talked of by young men
          As rather clever.
In their last quarter are my eyes,        5
You see it by their form and size,
Is it not time, then, to be wise?—
          Or now, or never.
Fairest that ever sprang from Eve!
While time allows the short reprieve        10
Just look at me! Could you believe
          ’T was once a lover?
I cannot clear the five-barred gate,
But trying first its timber’s state,
Climb stiffly up, take breath and wait,        15
          To trundle over.
Through galopade I cannot swing
Th’ entangling blooms of beauty’s spring,
I cannot say the tender thing,
          Be ’t true or false.        20
And am beginning to opine
Those girls are only half-divine
Whose waists you wicked boys entwine
          In giddy waltz.
I fear that arm above that shoulder,        25
I wish them wiser, graver, older,
Sedater, and no harm if colder,
          And panting less.
Ah! people were not half so wild
In former days, when, starchly mild,        30
Upon her high-heeled Essex smiled
          The brave Queen Bess.

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