The Flight Of Youth - Poem by William Watson
Youth! ere thou be flown away.
Surely one last boon to-day
One last light of rapture give,
Rich and lordly fugitive!
Ere thou go.
What, thou canst not? What, all spent?
All thy spells of ravishment
Gone thy magic out of date?
Gone, all gone that made thee great?-
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