For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in…

For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Sourced, Morituri Salutamus
(1875)

St. 25

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