“He looked at the younger man Who had come into his consciousness. Youth is very Cruel to an old face, He said in a hushed voice. It looks into its lines for wisdom So touchingly But there is nothing there to find. Gilgamesh wanted to reach out to tell him He was wrong, sensing suddenly the hours One might spend alone in contemplating oldness As he himself had spent alone in his spoiled youth, Seeing nothing there but time.”
