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CHESTNUT VENDOR, ROME, by            
First Line: So old, she seems, the ages drape her form
Last Line: I glimpse that country in her faded eyes.
Subject(s): Old Age; Roman Empire; Women


So old, she seems, the ages drape her form,
And press upon her all their weight of hours,
I think of her as withered when the storm
Thundered on Troy and toppled all its towers;
As old, when Tyre and Sidon still were young,
And Babylon a tale unprophesied;
When terraced Tower of Babel was upflung,
And Adam cast out Lilith as his bride:
And yet the ages she has made her own
She sowed and garnered in a few brief years;
She was not born to walk her ways alone,
But gulped deep draughts of love ... and laughed through tears.
She needs not storm Death's Gate to Paradise --
I glimpse that country in her faded eyes.





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