What do they know of youth, who still are young?
They but the singers of a golden song
Who may not guess its worth or wonder--flung
Like largesse to the throng.
We only,--young no longer,--old so long
Before its harmonies, stand marvelling--
Oh! we who listen--never they who sing.
Not for itself is beauty, but for us
Who gaze upon it with all reverent eyes;
And youth which sheds its glory luminous,
Gives ever in this wise:--
Itself the joy it may not realise.
Only we know, who linger overlong
Youth that is made of beauty and of song.
Youth
Theodosia Garrison
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Poem topics: joy, never, wise, long, listen, stand, gaze, golden, guess, worth, harmonies, beauty, song, young, youth, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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