RONDEAU
by E. Nesbit
In vain we call to youth, "Return!"
In vain to fires, "Waste not, yet burn!"
In vain to all life's happy things,
"Give the days song - give the hours wings !
Let us lose naught - yet always learn!"
The tongue must lose youth, as it sings
New knowledge still new sorrow brings:
Oh, sweet lost youth, for which we yearn
In vain!
But even this hour from which ye turn -
Impatient - o'er its funeral urn
Your soul with mad importunings
Will cry, "Come back, lost hour!" So rings
Ever the cry of those who yearn
In vain.
- 1891 -
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