<p><SPAN name="YOUTH" id="YOUTH"></SPAN>YOUTH</p>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">What do they know of youth, who still are young?</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They but the singers of a golden song</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who may not guess its worth or wonder—flung</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Like largesse to the throng.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We only,—young no longer,—old so long</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Before its harmonies, stand marvelling—</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh! we who listen—never they who sing.</span><br/>
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<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Not for itself is beauty, but for us</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who gaze upon it with all reverent eyes;</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And youth which sheds its glory luminous,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Gives ever in this wise:—</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Itself the joy it may not realise.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Only we know, who linger overlong</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Youth that is made of beauty and of song.</span><br/>
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