Wreathe Thy Youth With Witchery Poem by Patti Masterman
Wreathe Thy Youth With Witchery
Wreathe thy youth with witchery
And wonder, wild and brave;
Untoiled treasures, tempest-tost-
There's not one time can save.
Guild thy brief grace guileless,
As charm against the nights,
Immortal as the talisman
Held up to bless the light.
The fading beauty round us
Where fortune smiled before,
Becomes the canker, ere the dream
Shall lock the last hopes door.
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