WE loved so well in that old time; But we and Love grew old together: Old age forgets youth's golden prime. We loved so well in that old time; But youth and truth it is that rhyme, And winter follows summer weather. We loved so well in that old time; But we and Love grew old together. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THRENODY FOR A BROWN GIRL by COUNTEE CULLEN THE YARN OF THE 'NANCY BELL' by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT BYRON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER A NIGHT-PIECE ON DEATH by THOMAS PARNELL THREE THINGS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY; DOMESTIC LEGEND OF THE REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |