Age To Youth

SUNRISE is in your eyes, and in your heart The hope and bright desire of morn and May. My eyes are full of shadow, and my part Of life is yesterday.

Yet lend my hand your hand, and let us sit And see your life unfolding like a scroll, Rich with illuminated blazon, fit For your arm-bearing soul.

My soul bears arms too, but the scroll’s rolled tight, Yet the one strip of faded brightness shown Proclaims that when ’twas splendid in the light Its blazon matched your own.