A PASSAGE.
The world was made when a man was born;
He must taste for himself the forbidden springs,
He can never take warning from old-fashioned things;
He must light as a boy, he must drink as a youth,
He must kiss, he must love, he must swear to the truth
Of the friend of his soul, he must laugh to scorn
The hint of deceit in a woman's eyes
That are clear as the wells of Paradise.
And so he goes on, till the world grows old,
Till his tongue has grown cautious, his heart has grown cold.
Till the smile leaves his mouth, and the ring leaves his laugh.
And he shirks the bright headache you ask him to quaff;
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