Poem by Amy Levy

Youth and Love

What does youth know of love?
Little enough, I trow!
He plucks the myrtle for his brow,
For his forehead the rose.
Nay, but of love
It is not youth who knows.

1. The First Extra
2. Translated from Geibel
3. In the Mile End Road
4. The Last Judgment
5. The Sick Man and the Nightingale

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