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And it never comes again。
We are stronger； and are better；
Under manhood's sterner reign：
Still we feel that something sweet
Followed youth； with flying feet；
And will never come again。
Something beautiful is vanished；
And we sigh for it in vain：
We behold it everywhere；
On the earth； and in the air；
But it never comes again。
Richard Henry Stoddard ＇1825…1903＇
〃DAYS OF MY YOUTH〃
Days of my youth；
Ye have glided away；
Hairs of my youth；
Ye are frosted and gray；
Eyes of my youth；
Your keen sight is no more；
Cheeks of my youth；
Ye are furrowed all o'er；
Strength of my youth；
All your vigor is gone；
Thoughts of my youth；
Your gay visions are flown。
Days of my youth；
I wish not your recall；
Hairs of my youth；
I'm content ye should fall；
Eyes of my youth；
You much evil have seen；
Cheeks of my youth；
Bathed in tears have you been；
Thoughts of my youth；
You have led me astray；
Strength of my youth；
Why lament your decay？
Days of my age；
Ye will shortly be past；
Pains of my age；
Yet awhile ye can last；
Joys of my age；
In true wisdom delight；
Eyes of my age；
Be religion your light；
Thoughts of my age；
Dread ye not the cold sod；
Hopes of my age；
Be ye fixed on your God。
St。 George Tucker ＇1752…1827＇
AVE ATQUE VALE
Farewell my Youth！ for now we needs must part；
For here the paths divide；
Here hand from hand must sever； heart from heart； …
Divergence deep and wide。
You'll wear no withered roses for my sake；
Though I go mourning for you all day long；
Finding no magic more in bower or brake；
No melody in song。
Gray Eld must travel in my company
To seal this severance more fast and sure。
A joyless fellowship； i' faith； 'twill be；
Yet must we fare together； I and he；
Till I shall tread the footpath way no more。
But when a blackbird pipes among the boughs；
On some dim； iridescent day in spring；
Then I may dream you are remembering
Our ancient vows。
Or when some joy foregone； some fate forsworn；
Looks through the dark eyes of the violet；
I may re…cross the set； forbidden bourne；
I may forget
Our long； long parting for a little while；
Dream of the golden splendors of your smile；
Dream you remember yet。
Rosamund Marriott Watson ＇1863…1911＇
TO YOUTH
Where art thou gone； light…ankled Youth？
With wing at either shoulder；
And smile that never left thy mouth
Until the Hours grew colder：
Then somewhat seemed to whisper near
That thou and I must part；
I doubted it； I felt no fear；
No weight upon the heart。
If aught befell it； Love was by
And rolled it off again；
So； if there ever was a sigh；
'Twas not a sigh of pain。
I may not call thee back； but thou
Returnest when the hand
Of gentle Sleep waves o'er my brow
His poppy…crested wand；
Then smiling eyes bend over mine；
Then lips once pressed invite；
But sleep hath given a silent sign；
And both； alas！ take flight。
Walter Savage Landor ＇1775…1864＇
STANZAS WRITTEN ON THE ROAD BETWEEN FLORENCE AND PISA
Oh； talk not to me of a name great in story；
The days of our youth are the days of our glory；
And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two…and…twenty
Are worth all your laurels； though ever so plenty。
What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is wrinkled？
'Tis but as a dead…flower with May…dew besprinkled：
Then away with all such from the head that is hoary！
What care I for the wreaths that can only give glory？
Oh Fame！ … if I e'er took delight in thy praises；
'Twas less for the sake of thy high…sounding phrases；
Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover；
She thought that I was not unworthy to love her。
There chiefly I sought thee； there only I found thee；
Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee；
When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story；
I knew it was love； and I felt it was glory。
George Gordon Byron ＇1788…1824＇
STANZAS FOR MUSIC
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away；
When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay；
'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone； which fades so fast；
But the tender bloom of heart is gone； ere youth itself be past。
Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness
Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean of excess：
The magnet of their course is gone； or only points in vain
The shore to which their shivered sail shall never stretch again。
Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down；
It cannot feel for others' woes； it dare not dream its own；
That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears；
And though the eye may sparkle still； 'tis where the ice appears。
Though wit may flash from fluent lips； and mirth distract the breast；
Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest；
'Tis but as ivy…leaves around the ruined turret wreathe；
All green and wildly fresh without； but worn and gray beneath。
Oh could I feel as I have felt； … or be what I have been；
Or weep as I could once have wept o'er many a vanished scene；
As springs in deserts found seem sweet； all brackish though they be；
So； midst the withered waste of life； those tears would flow to me。
George Gordon Byron ＇1788…1824＇
〃WHEN AS A LAD〃
When； as a lad； at break of day
I watched the fishers sail away；
My thoughts； like flocking birds； would follow
Across the curving sky's blue hollow；
And on and on…
Into the very heart of dawn！
For long I searched the world！ Ah me！
I searched the sky； I searched the sea；
With much of useless grief and rueing；
Those winged thoughts of mine pursuing …
So dear were they；
So lovely and so far away！
I seek them still and always will
Until my laggard heart is still；
And I am free to follow； follow；
Across the curving sky's blue hollow；
Those thoughts too fleet
For any save the soul's swift feet！
Isabel Ecclestone Mackay ＇1875…
〃AROUND THE CHILD〃
Around the child bend all the three
Sweet Graces … Faith； Hope； Charity。
Around the man bend other faces
Pride； Envy； Malice； are his Graces。
Walter Savage Landor ＇1775…1864＇
ALADDIN
When I was a beggarly boy；
And lived in a cellar damp；
I had not a friend nor a toy；
But I had Aladdin's lamp；
When I could not sleep for the cold；
I had fire enough in my brain；
And builded； with roofs of gold；
My beautiful castles in Spain！
Since then I have toiled day and night；
I have money and power good store；
But I'd give all my lamps of silver bright
For the one that is mine no more。
Take； Fortune； whatever you choose；
You gave； and may snatch again；
I have nothing 'twould pain me to lose；
For I own no more castles in Spain！
James Russell Lowell ＇1819…1891＇
THE QUEST
It was a heavenly time of life
When first I went to Spain；
The lovely land of silver mists；
The land of golden grain。
My little ship through unknown seas
Sailed many a changing day；
Sometimes the chilling winds came up
And blew across her way；
Sometimes the rain came down and hid
The shining shores of Spain；
The beauty of the silver mists
And of the golden grain。
But through the rains and through the winds；
Upon the untried sea；
My fairy ship sailed on and on；
With all my dreams and me。
And now； no more a child； I long
For that sweet time again；
When on the far horizon bar
Rose up the shores of Spain。
O lovely land of silver mists；
O land of golden grain；
I look for you with smiles； with tears；
But look for you in vain！
Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz ＇？…1933＇
MY BIRTH…DAY
〃My birth…day〃 … what a different sound
That word had in my youthful ears！
And how； each time the day comes round；
