Fair widow of the latter Sixties,
Ideal of the faith that oft
With earliest homage intermixt is;
I used to dream her, oh! so young;
She's wrinkled now and bent and arid;
It almost desecrates my tongue,
But she was one I might have married.
A truce to recollection sore;
I'm still considered smart and youthful;
And trusting, darling Elinor