I know ye, fair ones,
Straight unbent willows,
Rooting yourselves newly
In noble manhood.

I know ye, fair ones,
Fresh-faced, muscular,
Eager, impatient--
Passion impetuous.

I know ye, fair ones,
Graying, leather-faced,
Ear and Eye now carved
By father time, Yet

Ye fair, I know ye;
Ageless, I know ye.

04/03/2003

Author's Note: To the Class Of 81

Posted on 04/04/2003
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