In Five-Score Summers! All New Eyes, New Minds, New Modes, New Fools, New Wise; New Woes To Weep, New Joys To Prize; With Nothing Left Of Me And You In That Live Century'S Vivid View Beyond A Pinch Of Dust Or Two; A Century Which, If Not Sublime, Will Show, I Doubt Not, At Its Prime, A Scope Above This Blinkered Time. - Yet What To Me How Far Above? For I Would Only Ask Thereof That Thy Worm Should Be My Worm, Love! 16 Westbourne Park Villas, 1867.