English poem
_The Fountain Of Youth._
by J. Wm. Lloyd (1857–1940)
The years roll on, and the head grows grey, But the longing heart doth ever pray, With a prayer too deep for words to say.
Love is the fountain of youth alway.
“Thou art old!” mocks Love, “and hast had thy day.” But the heart protesteth: “Nay, O nay! My life is love, alway, alway, And the human heart is young for aye.”
Love is a fountain of youth alway.
“Thou art old,” saith Love, “and thy debt must pay.” But the heart makes answer: “Nay, O nay! My hunger groweth every day, Grows stronger with eating the years away; Age is for earnest and youth for play, The hottest coals ’neath the ashes stay, And the human heart is young for aye.”
Love is the fountain of youth alway.
A woman is a flower-- Test her by her fragrance.