I had so much to tell to you A while ago away; And, although our tidings few, There seemed so much to say. When you were old ~ whilst I was young, I might have listened when A weave of words, together strung, Were tendered now and then. But note! the hour has wandered late And dulls the muse of mind; Time and tide, for no man wait ~ Ago remains behind. So, words unspoken, not to know, Are words that time forgot, They mattered to me then, ago But now they matter not.