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Youth is too eager, forth it flings Itself upon exulting wings, Which seek the heaven they ask too near— One wild flight ends the bright career; With broken wing and darkened eye, Earth claims again its own to die. No! solitude asks bygone hours Wherewith to fill its silent bowers,— Memories that linger o'er the past, But into softer shadow cast, Like lovely pictures that recall One look, but that most dear of all. When life's more fierce desires depart, Aware how false and vain they are,— While youth yet lingers at the heart, And hope, although it looks afar,—