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The Funeral Of Youth: Threnody

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The Day that Youth had died,
There came to his grave-side,
In decent mourning, from the country’s ends,
Those scatter’d friends
Who had lived the boon companions of his prime,
And laughed with him and sung with him and wasted,
In feast and wine and many-crown’d carouse,
The days and nights and dawnings of the time
When Youth kept open house,
Nor left untasted

Aught of his high emprise and ventures dear,
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Aaron Marchant 01 July 2018

Definitely a poem deserving of a wider audience.

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