This is not my work. I updated it with a few changes. You can read the original on
seenthis:
There is a beauty Youth can never know,
With all the lusty radiance of his prime,
A beauty the sole heritage of time,
That gilds the fabric with a sunset glow,
That glorifies the work it soon lays low!
There is a charm in age, well–nigh sublime
That lends new lustre to the poet’s rhyme,
As mountain peaks are grander crowned with snow.
How light the laugh of Youth! But, oh, how brave
The stately weakness of a wizened Age!
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