The wine of life was rough and new, <br />But sweet beyond belief, <br />And wrong was false, and right was true - <br />The rose was in the leaf. <br /> <br />In that good sunlight well we knew <br />The hues of wrong and right; <br />We slept among the roses through <br />The long enchanted night. <br /> <br />Now to our eyes, made dim with years, <br />Right intertwines with wrong. <br />How can we hear, with these tired ears, <br />The old, the magic song? <br /> <br />But this we know--wine once was red, <br />Roses were red and dear; <br />Once in our ears the truths were said <br />That now the young men hear!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-age-4/
