And does the heart grow old? You know <br />In the indiscriminate green <br />Of summer or in earliest snow <br />A landscape is another scene, <br /> <br />Inchoate and anonymous, <br />And every rock and bush and drift <br />As our affections alter us <br />Will alter with the season's shift. <br /> <br />So love by love we come at last, <br />As through the exclusions of a rhyme, <br />Or the exaction of a past, <br />To the simplicity of time, <br /> <br />The antiquity of grace, where yet <br />We live in terror and delight <br />With love as quiet as regret <br />And love like anger in the night.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indiscriminate-green/
