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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

The Old Beau

By Edgar Fawcett (1847–1904)

HOW cracked and poor his laughter rings!

How dulled his eye, once flashing warm!

But still a courtly pathos clings

About his bent and withered form.

To-night, where mirth with music dwells,

His wrinkled cheek, his locks of snow

Gleam near the grandsons of the belles

He smiled on forty years ago!

We watch him here, and half believe

Our gaze may witness, while he prates,

Death, like a footman, touch his sleeve

And tell him that the carriage waits.