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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.