Innocence hath lost
Now youth withdraws,
And rude and hoarse maturity
Loosing its spell of sensible fog;
O thou warm-hearted fellow
I crave, I yearn for thy frenzy romance;
O Youth! O Youth! O Youth!
I see thee still
But `tis thy back-
Thy all withdrawing frenzy.
O my sweetheart beloved fellow
I call thee back, I long thee back
I earnestly yearn thy blessing company
I cry for thee, I crave for thee
I call for thee from my heart`s intense purity.
O my friends! My youth companions!
Look inside and feel thy heart
O this maturity!
`Tis what monotony!
Own-ness crubles, friendship decays
And mean gravity-
Streaching its claws
To prey upon our youthful frenzy,
To feast upon our joys and freedom.
And thy earnest and haughty person
Leads steadily to the deserted horizon.