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Youth and its pensive agonies! How soon / The restless heart forgets to crave the moon! / Age is too weary for the butterflies -- / Spring's rainbow radiance fluttering through sweet skies, / Hope merrily deferred. We see the morn, / We who are old, in shattered fragments. Scorn / For laughter and for singing clouds our breast.
Youth, take your fill of pleasure, for the rest / Of Age is endless. Sing, nor grudge the song -- / Youth is so short, and Age, quiet Age, so long!