Lost - My Youth

Lost - My Youth

My youth? Ah, yes; just through the door; yes, there.

The room is empty? Strange. I left it not

A moment since, I vow, upon a chair

Just where you looked; and now 'tis gone? Sad lot.

The past's a thief. 'Twas first my childhood, now

It is my youth. It might have left me youth.

Ah, well, they say 'tis all of life and vow

The same doth find its way by light of truth.

W.H.A. Moore

4:49, p. 2

1891.08.29