Where you may grow from flax-haired snowy-polled,
And not a soul take note that you grow old;
Where memories grow fairer as they fade,
Like far blue peaks beyond the forest glade.
Falk [with constrained sarcasm].
Come, you grow warm—
Strawman.
Where you but jeered and flouted.
So utterly unlike God made us two!
I’m bare of that he lavished upon you.