Page:Poems, Volume 2, Coates, 1916.djvu/64

48 Or is it the heart, thou aged man!—

The heart, impassioned, strong,

Which shall be blest, as naught else can,

In perfect love ere long?"

The old man smiled: a listening breeze

Grew whist on the sun-lit slope;

The old man sighed: "Ah, none of these!

Youth's greatest gift is its hope."