And After All, And After All, Our Passionate Prayers, And Sighs, And Tears, Is Life A Reckless Carnival? And Are They Lost, Our Golden Years? Ah, No; Ah, No; For, Long Ago, Ere Time Could Sear, Or Care Could Fret, There Was A Youth Called Romeo, There Was A Maid Named Juliet. The Players Of The Past Are Gone; The Races Rise; The Races Pass; And Softly Over All Is Drawn The Quiet Curtain Of The Grass. But When The World Went Wild With Spring, What Days We Had! Do You Forget? When I Of All The World Was King, And You Were My Queen Juliet? The Things That Are; The Things That Seem, Who Shall Distinguish Shape From Show? The Great Processional, Splendid Dream Of Life Is All I Wish To Know. The Gods Their Faces Turn Away From Nations And Their Little Wars; But We Our Golden Drama Play Before The Footlights Of The Stars. There Lives, Though Time Should Cease To Flow, And Stars Their Courses Should Forget, There Lives A Grey-Haired Romeo, Who Loves A Golden Juliet.