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Not "a youth with hoary head and haggard eye,"
But an old man with a smooth skin / And black hair!
I had the face of a boy as long as I lived, / And for years a soul that was stiff and bent, / In a world which saw me just as a jest, / To be hailed familiarly when it chose, / And loaded up as a man when it chose, / Being neither man nor boy.
In truth it was soul as well as body / Which never matured, and I say to you / That the much-sought prize of eternal youth / Is just arrested growth.