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The flight of the years pursues me. / And nothing is done! / Nor gained, nor made, nor accomplished -- / Only Youth -- lost. / Slave to the pleasure that fetters, (nor would be free,) / Tired of the light before the disk of the sun / Is more than half of a circle! / Stunned at the cost / Of full free living, and nothing wherewith to pay / The long close score that blights with its fearful truth -- / _But my Youth_.