English poem
The Flight Of Youth
Youth! ere thou be flown away. Surely one last boon to-day Thou'lt bestow-- One last light of rapture give, Rich and lordly fugitive! Ere thou go.
What, thou canst not? What, all spent? All thy spells of ravishment Pow'rless now? Gone thy magic out of date? Gone, all gone that made thee great?-- Follow thou!