I AM young, and men
Who long ago have passed their prime
Would fain have what I have again,–
Youth, and it may be–time.

To gain these, and make
Life's end what it may not be now,
Monarchs of thought and song would shake
The laurels from their brow.

And each king of earth,
Whose life we deem a holiday,
For this would give his kingship's worth
Most joyously away!