Men Improve with the Years

I am worn out with dreams；
     A weather-worn， marble triton
     Among the streams；
     And all day long I look
     Upon this lady‘s beauty
     As though I had found in a book
     A pictured beauty，
     Pleased to have filled the eyes
     Or the discerning ears，
     Delighted to be but wise，
     For men improve with the years；
     And yet， and yet，
     Is this my dream， or the truth？
     O would that we had met
     When I had my burning youth！
     But I grow old among dreams，
     A weather-worn， marble triton
     Among the streams.