Youth streaks, that side of the hedge
That side of the wall, cheery.
Its path flares up, that side of Time
In summer's evermore.
Suckled of a sun, weary
Clambers but the wistful over
With something to restore.
Rough youth, of this raking mind
Cyclonic youth, how heedless!
With a benign season's ashes
Brought to recollection.
Suckled of a sun, weary
Clambers but the mist-ful over
For the passing of yore.
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