The set of the sails ...

FROM our youth to our age
    We have passed each stage
           In old immemorial order,
    From primitive days
    Through flowery ways
           With love like a hedge as their border.
    Ah, youth was a kingdom of joy,
           And we were the king and the queen,
                  When I was a year
                  Short of thirty, my dear,
           And you were just nearing nineteen.

    But dark follows light
    And day follows night
           As the old planet circles the sun;
    And nature still traces
    Her score on our faces
           And tallies the years as they run.
    Have they chilled the old warmth in your heart?
           I swear that they have not in mine,
                  Though I am a year
                  Short of sixty, my dear,
           And you are—well, say thirty-nine.