(A Lady of Tender Age) br br Ladies, where were your bright eyes glancing, br Where were they glancing yester-night? br Saw ye Imogen dancing, dancing, br Imogen dancing all in white? br Laughed she not with a pure delight, br Laughed she not with a joy serene, br Stepped she not with a grace entrancing, br Slenderly girt in silken sheen? br br All through the night from dusk to daytime br Under her feet the hours were swift, br Under her feet the hours of play-time br Rose and fell with a rhythmic lift: br Music set her adrift, adrift, br Music eddying towards the day br Swept her along as brooks in May-time br Carry the freshly falling May. br br Ladies, life is a changing measure, br Youth is a lilt that endeth soon; br Pluck ye never so fast at pleasure br Twilight follows the longest noon. br Nay, but here is a lasting boon, br Life for hearts that are old and chill, br Youth undying for hearts that treasure br Imogen dancing, dancing still.