Classic Poem

I WHO yesterday was young,
Now am old instead;
All of youth a glad song sung,
All a story said.
It was love who sang the song,
Love the story told.
Ah, but we remember long,
We, grown old.

Only yesterday I quaffed
Life's enkindling wine;
Only yesterday I laughed
Youth's light laugh divine.
It was love who played the host,
Brimmed the cup of gold.
Ah, but we remember most,
We, grown old.

Only yesterday my eyes
Held Love's marvelings;
Nay, it is not Time that flies—
Love alone has wings.
Time plods slow, in very truth;
Love—what man may hold?
Ah, we know who filched our youth,
We, grown old.