In Memoriam
     Nec turpem senectam
Degere, nec cithara carentem.

“NOT to be tuneless in old age!”
Ah! surely blest his pilgrimage,
  Who, in his winter’s snow,
Still sings with note as sweet and clear
As in the morning of the year
  When the first violets blow!

Blest!—but more blest, whom summer’s heat,
Whom...