The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt/Love and Age
LOVE AND AGE.
FROM MADAME D'HOUDETÔT.
When young, I lov'd. At that enchanting age,So sweet, so short, love was my sole delight;And when I reach'd the time for being sage,Still I lov'd on, for reason gave me right.
Snows come at length, and livelier joys depart,Yet gentle ones still kiss these eyelids dim;For still I love, and love consoles my heartWhat could console me for the loss of Him?