Where art thou gone, light-ankled Youth?
  With wing at either shoulder,
And smile that never left thy mouth
  Until the Hours grew colder:

Then some one seemed to whisper near
  That thou and I must part;
I doubted it; I felt no fear,
  ...

From “Youth and Age”
VERSE, a breeze ’mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee—
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
      With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
            When I was young!
When I was young?—Ah, woful when!
Ah! for...