Youth, Still?

Between wheat-field and corn, Between hedgerow and thorn, Between tundra and savannah, Where’s my lost youth? Tell it me, Good Madams! And now within itself the truth’s imprisoned As if it had never opened out: unknown Those blessed moments, when it shone As bright as the angelic galaxy lovingly shown And remorse, reproach, and irritation, frown…

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The Trophy Child

There was a time I dreamed of walking under the rain, With sweet tenderness by my side; There was a time I dreamed of running through the mountain, With wild strikes catching up behind; I dreamed of a dream, That my smile makes me enough; I dreamed of a dream, That my tears make me…

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