Poem by William Watson

The Flight of Youth

Youth! ere thou be flown away.
Surely one last boon to-day
    Thou'lt bestow—
One last light of rapture give,
Rich and lordly fugitive!
    Ere thou go.

What, thou canst not? What, all spent?
All thy spells of ravishment
    Pow'rless now?
Gone thy magic out of date?
Gone, all gone that made thee great?—
    Follow thou!

1. Lux Perdita
2. On Exaggerated Deference to Foreign Literary Opinion
3. The Ballad of the “Britain's Pride”
4. Life without Health
5. Scentless Flow'rs I Bring Thee

Hartley Coleridge The Flight Of Youth ("YOUTH, thou art fled, - but where are all the charms")

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