To Youth, by Ebn Alrabia, in His Old Age
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To Youth, by Ebn Alrabia, in His Old Age
TO YOUTH.
BY EBN ALRABIA, IN HIS OLD AGE.
YES, Youth, thou’rt fled, and I am left,
Like yonder desolated bower,
By Winter's ruthless hand bereft
Of every leaf and every flower.
Like yonder desolated bower,
By Winter's ruthless hand bereft
Of every leaf and every flower.
With heaving heart and streaming eyes,
I wooed thee to prolong thy stay,
But vain were all my tears and sighs—
Thou only fled’st more fast away.
Yet though thou fled’st away so fast,
I can recall thee if I will;
For I can talk of what is past,
And while I talk, enjoy thee still.
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