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Rh That breaks no more to spring-time. Darling Youth So little lasting, and so lightly lost And all too late lamented. Brief, so brief, A Childhood seeking, and a Youth that finds, Then Age that still remembers, and regrets. Theonöe holds for direst tragedy That Chrestos stands where late Apollo stood But what the pathos of a passing God, Since Gods have pass'd, and Gods may come again Match'd with the tragedy intolerable Of Woman's fading beauty and of Youth That passes un-returning.

None may probe The pitiful puzzle of our day that hastes To ambush'd Death who lours and lies in wait, In vain we strive the problem to forget