The old has ruled with golden rule
For years without a number
That one cares to remember,
Taught in no-question-asked school,
A refrain have for long sung:
Wiser are we than the young.
And the youth in mute respect
For old has cavil-less mum
Kept, treading much-trodden tract
For generations to come;
And old enough with own brood,
Have found this arrangement good!
Ah a concert on for long—
Mute melody and mute song!
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- Sonnets | 12.01.05 |
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