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But that was twenty years ago
Posted by: Sarah (219.95.187.---)
Date: June 14, 2003 12:42AM

Hi, could anyone please help me find a poem that I read a long time ago. I can't remember the name or the poet. However, it ends with " our days of picking flowers shall be one hundred years ago". It is made up of ten stanzas, each ending with " but that was ten years ago", "but that was twenty years ago"....etc,etc...

Thanks !


But that was twenty years ago
Posted by: Henry (195.8.166.---)
Date: July 02, 2003 09:24AM

Thank you Stephen. Remember, true temperance is moderation!
How nice to have a Lost Quotations site - I hope it will provide satisfaction to all. Henry

Love and Age By Thomas Love Peacock 1785-1866

I PLAY'D with you 'mid cowslips blowing,
When I was six and you were four;
When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,
Were pleasures soon to please no more.
Through groves and meads, o'er grass and heather,
With little playmates, to and fro,
We wander'd hand in hand together;
But that was sixty years ago.

You grew a lovely roseate maiden,
And still our early love was strong;
Still with no care our days were laden,
They glided joyously along;
And I did love you very dearly,
How dearly words want power to show;
I thought your heart was touch'd as nearly;
But that was fifty years ago.

Then other lovers came around you,
Your beauty grew from year to year,
And many a splendid circle found you
The centre of its glimmering sphere.
I saw you then, first vows forsaking,
On rank and wealth your hand bestow;
O, then I thought my heart was breaking!--
But that was forty years ago.

And I lived on, to wed another:
No cause she gave me to repine;
And when I heard you were a mother,
I did not wish the children mine.
My own young flock, in fair progression,
Made up a pleasant Christmas row:
My joy in them was past expression;
But that was thirty years ago.

You grew a matron plump and comely,
You dwelt in fashion's brightest blaze;
My earthly lot was far more homely;
But I too had my festal days.
No merrier eyes have ever glisten'd
Around the hearth-stone's wintry glow,
Than when my youngest child was christen'd;
But that was twenty years ago.

Time pass'd. My eldest girl was married,
And I am now a grandsire gray;
One pet of four years old I've carried
Among the wild-flower'd meads to play.
In our old fields of childish pleasure,
Where now, as then, the cowslips blow,
She fills her basket's ample measure;
And that is not ten years ago.

But though first love's impassion'd blindness
Has pass'd away in colder light,
I still have thought of you with kindness,
And shall do, till our last good-night.
The ever-rolling silent hours
Will bring a time we shall not know,
When our young days of gathering flowers
Will be an hundred years ago.


Re: But that was twenty years ago
Posted by: Sarah (219.95.191.---)
Date: July 03, 2003 01:17AM

Thanks Henry, that was the poem I was looking for !




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