... past, and now Come gray hairs, and yet somehow I can't think those years have fled— Still those roadways know my tread, Still I climb that old pine stair, Sit upon the stiff-backed chair, Stealing glances toward my left Till her eyes repay the theft; Death's a dream and Time's a liar— Tildy ... — Cap and Gown - A Treasury of College Verse • Selected by Frederic Knowles