I Dreamed That I Was Old

I dreamed that I was old: in stale declension
Fallen from my prime, when company Was mine, cat-nimbleness, and
green invention, Before time took my leafy hours away.

My wisdom, ripe with body’s ruin, found
Itself tart recompense for what was lost In false exchange: since wisdom
in the ground Has no apocalypse or pentecost.

I wept for my youth, sweet passionate young thought, And cozy
women dead that by mv side Once lay: I wept with bitter longing, not
Remembering how in my youth I cried.