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A SONG OF SIXTY-FIVE
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I’ll revel in my library; I’ll read De Morgan’s books;
I’ll grow so garrulous I fear you’ll write me down a bore;
I’ll watch the ways of ants and bees in quiet sunny nooks,
I’ll understand Creation as I never did before.
When gossips round the tea-cups talk I’ll listen to it all;
On smiling days some kindly friend will take me for a drive:
I’ll own a shaggy collie dog that dashes to my call:
I’ll celebrate my second youth when I am Sixty-five.


Ah, though I’ve twenty years to go, I see myself quite plain,
A wrinkling, twinkling, rosy-cheeked, benevolent old chap;
I think I’ll wear a tartan shawl and lean upon a cane.
I hope that I’ll have silver hair beneath a velvet cap.
I see my little grandchildren a-romping round my knee;
So gay the scene, I almost wish ’twould hasten to arrive.
Let others sing of Youth and Spring, still will it seem to me
The golden time’s the olden time, some time round Sixty-five.

From old men to children is but a step, and there too, in the shadow of the Fontaine de Medicis, I spend much of my time watching the little ones. Childhood, so inno-