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1849–1916

WHEN AGE COMES ON

James Whitcomb Riley

When Age comes on!— The deepening dusk is where the dawn Once glittered splendid, and the dew In honey-drips, from red rose-lips

Was kissed away by me and you.— And now across the frosty lawn Black foot-prints trail, and Age comes on — And Age comes on!

And biting wild-winds whistle through Our tattered hopes — and Age comes on! When Age comes on!— O tide of raptures, long withdrawn,

Flow back in summer-floods, and fling Here at our feet our childhood sweet, And all the songs we used to sing!... Old loves, old friends — all dead and gone —

Our old faith lost — and Age comes on — And Age comes on! Poor hearts! have we not anything But longings left when Age comes on!

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