Christopher Pearse Cranch (Кристофер Пирс Крэнч)

Old and Young

1.

THEY soon grow old who grope for gold
In marts where all is bought and sold;
Who live for self, and on some shelf
In darkened vaults hoard up their pelf
Cankered and crusted o'er with mould.
For them their youth itself is old.

2.

They ne'er grow old who gather gold
Where spring awakes and flowers unfold;
Where suns arise in joyous skies,
And fill the soul within their eyes.
For them the immortal bards have sung,
For them old age itself is young.

1. Sonnet 54. Idle Hours
2. Sonnet 29. Life and Death. 1.
3. Sonnet 8. You were not born to hide such gifts as yours
4. Sonnet 43. London
5. Sonnet 18. The Fireside

Francis Bourdillon (Фрэнсис Бурдильон) Old and Young ("LONG ago, on a bright spring day")

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