TO A LADY WHO SAID SHE WAS THE SAME AGE AS HIMSELF.
FROM THE FRENCH OF BERANGER.
(For the Mirror.)
Our ages are the same, you say,
But know that love believes it not;
The Fates, a wager I would lay,
Our tangled threads shared out by lot;
What part to each they did assign
The world, fair dame, can plainly see;
The Spring and Summer days were thine,
Autumn and Winter came to me.H.