Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
The sky is torn across
This ragged anniversary of two
Who moved for three years in tune
Down the long walks of their vows.
It reminded me off years of marriage
Life passed easily on simple carriage
Happy days with joy and I could manage
Nothing went wrong with time and passage
So the light falls, and so it fell
on branched leaved with flocking birds.
Loght stole a citys weight to swell
the coloured lofe of stone. Your words
WHY pacest thou, my neighbour fair,
The garden all alone?
If house and land thou seek'st to guard,
And we go on and on,
Neither sleeping nor awake,
Towards the meeting, unaware
That we are already there.
Baby Babbles--only one,
Now to sit up has begun.
Little Babbles quite turned two
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,
Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.
Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi.
'O Cæsar, we who are about to die