Men Improve With The Years

I AM worn out with dreams;

A weather-worn, marble

Among the streams;

And all day long I

Upon this lady's

As though I had found in a bookA pictured beauty,pleased to have filled the

Or the discerning ears,

Delighted to be but wise,

For men improve with the years;

And yet, and yet,

Is this my dream, or the truth?

O would that we had

When I had my burning youth!

But I grow old among dreams,

A weather-worn, marble

Among the streams.