The Young Are So Old, They Are

Youth, Have No Pity; Leave No Farthing Here For Age To Invest In Compromise And Fear.

She Learned Her Hands In A Fairy-tale, And Her Mouth On A Valentine.

I Am Not Afraid Of Lawyers As I Used To Be. They Are Lambs In Wolves' Clothing.

But You Were Something More Than Young And Sweet And Fair, - And The Long Year Remembers You.

This Have I Known Always: Love Is No More Than The Wide Blossom Which The Wind Assails, Than The Great Tide That Treads The Shifting Shore, Strewing Fresh Wreckage Gathered In The Gales; Pity Me That The Heart Is Slow To Learn, That The Swift Mind Beholds At Every Turn.