MEN IMPROVE WITH THE YEARS
 
 I AM worn out with dreams;
 A weather-worn, marble triton
 Among the streams;
 And all day long I look
 Upon this lady's beauty
 As though I had found in a book
 A pictured beauty,
 pleased to have filled the eyes
 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 met
 When I had my burning youth!
 But I grow old among dreams,
 A weather-worn, marble triton
 Among the streams.