Love and Age

Leigh Hunt

1784 to 1859

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When young, I loved. At that delicious age, 
So sweet, so short, love was my sole delight;
And when I reached the time for being sage, 
Still I loved on, for reason gave me right.

Age comes at length, and livelier joys depart,
Yet gentle ones still kiss these eyelids dim;
For still I love, and love consoles my heart; 
What could console me for the loss of Him?