Our love is old, our lives are old, And death shall come amain; Should it come today, what man may say We shall not live again? - Langdon Smith

And that was a million years ago In a time that no man knows;
Yet here tonight in the mellow light We sit at Delmonico's.
Your eyes are deep as the Devon springs, Your hair is dark as jet,
Your years are few, your life is new, Your soul untried, and yet —

I was thewed like an Auroch bull And tusked like the great cave bear;
And you, my sweet, from head to feet Were gowned in your glorious hair.

When you were a tadpole and I was a fish In the Paleozoic time,
And side by side on the ebbing tide We sprawled through the ooze and slime,
Or skittered with many a caudal flip Through the depths of the Cambrian fen,
My heart was rife with the joy of life, For I loved you even then.