Penelope
Age with grace, sweet Penelope,
For in your age lies my youth;
Change with time,—but slowly still,—
And in your transitions drown my years.
The queen of my throne you truly are,
And with you I could ever be king;
Ten years with you at a stretch of time,
Are to me but few moments of life.
Oh, make this vow a seal unbreakable,
Forever steer my heart to your sails;
Stay with me all of your mortal life,
Make my heart the abode of your stay.
Dear Penelope the love of my heart,
Age with grace, save my youth.
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