I READ in our old journals of the days br When our first love was April-sweet and new, br How fair it blossomed and deep-rooted grew br Despite the adverse time; and our amaze br At moon and stars and beauty beyond praise br That burgeoned all about us: gold and blue br The heaven arched us in, and all we knew br Was gentleness. We walked on happy ways. br br They said by now the path would be more steep, br the sunsets paler and less mild the air; br Rightly we heeded not; it was not true. br We will not tell the secret-let it keep.