Living
Dialogue
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Living
M. Why! who now in the world is this?
It cannot be the same . . I miss
The gift he always brought . . a kiss.
Yet still I know my eyes are bright
And not a single hair turn'd white.
L. O idol of my youth! upon
That joyous head grey hair there's none,
Nor may there ever be! grey hair
Is the unthrifty growth of Care,
Which she has planted . . you see where.
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