A Song of Youth
I met Youth in a garden wild,
With roses tangled in her hair,
She looked into my eyes and smiled,
"Kiss me," she said, "for I am fair."
With roses tangled in her hair,
She looked into my eyes and smiled,
"Kiss me," she said, "for I am fair."
But laughingly I went my way
And heeded not the words she said;
What was her smile to me that day,
Her mischievous sweet mouth so red?
And heeded not the words she said;
What was her smile to me that day,
Her mischievous sweet mouth so red?
I went my way with dreaming eyes,
Oh light of heart I was, yet shy,
But not too old and not too wise
To miss the rainbows in the sky.
Oh light of heart I was, yet shy,
But not too old and not too wise
To miss the rainbows in the sky.
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