(A Lady Of Tender Age) Ladies, Where Were Your Bright Eyes Glancing, Where Were They Glancing Yester-Night? Saw Ye Imogen Dancing, Dancing, Imogen Dancing All In White? Laughed She Not With A Pure Delight, Laughed She Not With A Joy Serene, Stepped She Not With A Grace Entrancing, Slenderly Girt In Silken Sheen? All Through The Night From Dusk To Daytime Under Her Feet The Hours Were Swift, Under Her Feet The Hours Of Play-Time Rose And Fell With A Rhythmic Lift: Music Set Her Adrift, Adrift, Music Eddying Towards The Day Swept Her Along As Brooks In May-Time Carry The Freshly Falling May. Ladies, Life Is A Changing Measure, Youth Is A Lilt That Endeth Soon; Pluck Ye Never So Fast At Pleasure Twilight Follows The Longest Noon. Nay, But Here Is A Lasting Boon, Life For Hearts That Are Old And Chill, Youth Undying For Hearts That Treasure Imogen Dancing, Dancing Still.