To One Who Bids Me Sing

Non eadeni est setas, non mens.- Hormo. Yon ask a "niany winter'd bard" Wherë hides his oíd vocation? Acctpt - the answer in not hard - A classic explanation. "Immortal" t'nough he be, he still, Tithonoua-liko, grows older, Whilu Bhe, hi3 muse of Findus hill, Still bares a youthful shoulder. Could that too sprightly iiymph but lear Her ageless Hracc and beauty, Thcy might, butwixt them both, achieye A hymn de senectute. But she- she can't prow gray, and so Her slave, whose hairs are falling, Must e'en his Dorio iluto íorego And seek some graver calling- Not ill rontent to stand uside, To yicld to minstrels fit;tT Eis singing roljes, his singing pride, His fanoits sweet and bitter.