That Wrinkle, When First I Espied It, At Once Put My Heart Out Of Pain; Till The Eye, That Was Glowing Beside It, Disturbed My Ideas Again. Thou Art Just In The Twilight At Present, When Woman'S Declension Begins; When, Fading From All That Is Pleasant, She Bids A Good Night To Her Sins. Yet Thou Still Art So Lovely To Me, I Would Sooner, My Exquisite Mother! Repose In The Sunset Of Thee, Than Bask In The Noon Of Another.