At writing-table in mid-night breath,
Reading books, and poesy feat,
Thinking of globe, thinking of her,
Imagining memories sour and sweet,
In the days of prime of youth!
Plenty of time, plenty of friends,
Giggling sought never any ends,
Lovely lovely breeze-like days,
Freedom, liberty… always chase,
In the days of prime of youth!
Flowery thoughts and dreamful wink,
Soaring aims when seldom blink’d
Wandering soul, wonderful links,
Love letters, papers and inks
In the days of prime of youth!
Peaceful corner, lush-green parks,
Under her eyes’ bashful arch,
Sparrows, cuckoo and sky-larks,
Lusty lusty evening dark
In the days of prime of youth!
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