... Let the cage bird and the cage bird mate and the wild bird mate in the wild.

I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.

You think it horrible that lust and rage Should dance attention upon my old age; They were not such a plague when I was young; What else have I to spur me into song?

What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?

Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.

...How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face... "When You Are Old And Gray

A lonely impulse of delight