Old man, by Andrey Kneller I’m not that lover, filled with passion, — /
That youth, who left the world amazed: /
Alas, my spring and summer passed now, /
And didn’t leave ...
Old Man, by Babette Deutsch I am no more the ardent lover /
Who caused the world such vast amaze: /
My spring is past, my summer over, /
And dead the fires of other days. /...
The old man, by Christopher Alan Tessone I am no more that passioned lover, /
Once the world's most marvelous face: /
My spring and wondrous golden summer /
Forever gone without a trace...