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I	A
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When I lived in the village of youth	B
There were lilies in all the orchards	C
Flowers in the orange gardens	D
For brides to wear in their hair	E
It was always sunshine and summer	F
Roses at every lattice	G
Dreams in the eyes of maidens	D
Love in the eyes of men	H
	-
When I lived in the village of youth	B
The doors all the doors stood open	I
We went in and out of them laughing	J
Laughing and calling each other	F
To shew each other our fairings	D
The new shawl the new comb the new fan	K
The new rose the new lover	F
	-
Now I live in the town of age	L
Where are no orchards no gardens	D
Here too all the doors stand open	I
But no one goes in or goes out	M
We sit alone by the hearthstone	I
Where memories lie like ashes	D
Upon a hearth that is cold	N
	-
And they from the village of youth	B
Run by our doorsteps laughing	J
Calling to shew each other	F
The new shawl the new comb the new fan	I
The new rose the new lover	F
	-
Once we had all these things	D
We kept them from the old people	O
And now the young people have them	P
And will not shew them to us	D
To us who are old and have nothing	J
But the white still heaped up ashes	D
On the hearth where the fire went out	M
A very long time ago	Q
	-
II	A
	-
I had a mistress I loved her	F
She left me with memories bitter	F
Corroding eating my heart	R
As the acid eats into the steel	S
Etching the portrait triumphant	T
Intolerable indelible	O
Never to be effaced	T
	-
A wife was mine to my heart	T
Beautiful flower of my garden	I
Lily I worshipped by day	T
Scented rose of my nights	D
Now the night wind sighing	J
Blows white rose petals only	U
Over the bed where she sleeps	D
Dreamless alone	I
	-
I had a son I loved him	V
Mother of God bear witness	D
How all my manhood loved him	V
As thy womanhood loved thy Son	I
When he was grown to his manhood	T
He crucified my heart	T
And even as it hung bleeding	J
He laughed with his bold companions	D
Mocked and turned away	T
With laughter into the night	T
	-
Those three I loved and lost	T
But there was one who loved me	U
With all the fire of her heart	T
Mine was the sacred altar	F
Where she burnt her life for my worship	W
She was my slave my servant	T
Mine all she had all she was	D
All she could suffer could be	U
That was the love of my life	X
I did not say She loves me	U
I was so used to her love	Y
I never asked its name	Z
Till feeling the wind blow cold	T
Where all the doors were left open	I
And seeing a fireless hearth	A2
And the garden deserted and weed grown	I
That once was full of flowers for me	U
I said What has changed What is it	T
That has made all the clocks stop	B2
Thus I asked and they answered	T
It is thy mother who is dead	T
	-
And now I am alone	I
My son too some day will stand	T
Here where I stand and weep	C2
He too will weep knowing too late	T
The love that wrapped round his life	X
Dear God spare him this	D
Let him never know how I loved him	V
For he was always weak	D2
He could not endure as I can	I
Mother my dear ask God	T
To grant me this for my son	I

E. (edith) Nesbit

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