Lost Youth.
(For a friend who mourns its passing.) He took the earth as earth had been his throne; And beauty as the red rose for his eye; "Give me the moon," he said, "for mine alone; Or I will reach and pluck it from the sky!" And thou, Life, dost mourn him, for the day Has darkened since the gallant youngling went; And smaller seems thy dwelling-place of clay Since he has left that valley tenement. But oh, perchance, beyond some utmost gate. While at the gate thy stranger feet do stand. He shall approach thee, beautiful, elate. Crowned with his moon, the red rose in his hand!
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"(For a friend who mourns its passing.)..."
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