Youth Poem by Jan Struther

Youth



NOT for the springing step, the cheek unlined,
The bright hair, the sinews undefeated,
The vigour unspent, the wealth of days remaining,
I envy you, O Youth:
But for the innocent eye, the single mind,
The primary colours, the pattern not yet repeated;
And because, for you, there is still only one meaning
To words like Love, and Truth.

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