And I thought you smiled and said: "Well done, good and faithful servant.

Enter Paradise." So I followed you to your home there in the Virginian country.

It was a dream, all except the roses, and those I laid in front of the box where I keep your letters and a sketch I made of you when we were young and glad--when I was young and glad.

For I am an old man, Sheila, in all that makes men old.

My step is quick still, my eye is sharp, and my brain beats fast, but my heart is ancient.