“Ah, now, though I sit on a rock,
I have shared one seat with the great;
I have sat—knowing naught of the clock—
On love’s high throne of state;
But the lips that kissed, and the arms that caressed,
To a mouth grown stern with delay were pressed,
And circled a breast that their clasp had blessed,
Had they only not come too late—too late!”
Fitz-Hugh Ludlow.