Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Youth and Age

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 FOND Youth and Age met face to face,
 And each the other doubted sore.
Age mourned: "Your follies grow apace
 More dangerous than of yore.

"Old standards trampled in the dust,
 Where you are wending who can tell?"
Youth, wondering, smiled, at his distrust,
 And answered: "Nay; all's well!—

"Your day gone by, why fear that I
 Shall lack the strength for mine own hour?
Each new demand of destiny
 Brings with it a new power.

"For you the past: for me the Now
 The wonder-working Now divine!
A weight too heavy for your brow
 The Fates transfer to mine."

Age, out of heart, impatient, sighed:—
 "I ask what will the Future be?"
Youth laughed contentedly, and cried:—
 "The future leave to me!"