"THE times are changed!" long, long ago, A Roman graybeard sighed; "And still, as seasons wax and wane, We change with time and tide." And I (alas! that I must own My locks are growing scanter!) In pensive retrospect repeat, O tempora mutantur! Where now are all the village belles I sonneteered of yore? Gone, -- with the fashion of the boots And bonnets which they wore; Their dimpled cheeks are wrinkled now, And Time -- the Disenchanter! Has dimmed the eyes that dazzled mine, -- O tempora mutantur! Oh how we raved of constancy, Melinda May and I! I've quite forgotten which was first To break the tender tie; I know that I survived the shock, (Though sworn to die instanter!) And 'Linda lived -- to love again, -- O tempora mutantur! Good Dr. Proser, where is he? Whose logic clear and strong The vestry praised, -- nor ever deemed The sermon over-long, Until they heard, and quite preferred The Reverend Rousing Ranter; To whom succeeded Parson Prim, -- O tempora mutantur! Yes, times are changed; but one can dine, And Mag's the best of cooks. "No dinner?" John! "Sir, if you please, Mag's gone to 'go for Snooks'!" And wife? "She's gone along with Mag." John! bring me that decanter! -- By Jove! I'll go and vote for Jones! O tempora mutantur! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER MOURNS FOR THE LOSS OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MOTTO TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE & OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BELLS OF YOUTH by WILLIAM SHARP THE BALLAD OF MY FRIEND by J. D. BEAZLEY FOR NOEL (WHERE A GATE SWINGS EITHER WAY) by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL |