One would nep fancy she could stay So lovely as before— jighteonth birthday far away, Full fifty years or more: Her youth the merest souvenir Some lover might regret, Since in her sere and yellow year, Her beauty lingers yet.
Axe is no setting for such churm!
Her loveliness. defies Old Time himself to do her harm; Some potent secret, lies wit face that fairer grows As yours are backward flung. The wizardry of winter snows Still keeps her beauty young!
Mabel Houghton Collyer.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.