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O youth’s young cloudlet, O freshness free,With heart so light on the winds to flyOr glisten in spray up-scatter’d,—IAm sad as the full surgings of the sea;I gave thee birth, thou shalt return to me.Thy heart is light as the empty windOf barren purposeless change,—but IAm the thought-burden’d slow-searching mind:I am the agony to form & find;—The fluxing travail of eternity.
O youth’s young cloudlet, O freshness free,With heart so light on the winds to flyOr glisten in spray up-scatter’d,—IAm sad as the full surgings of the sea;I gave thee birth, thou shalt return to me.Thy heart is light as the empty windOf barren purposeless change,—but IAm the thought-burden’d slow-searching mind:I am the agony to form & find;—The fluxing travail of eternity.
O youth’s young cloudlet, O freshness free,With heart so light on the winds to flyOr glisten in spray up-scatter’d,—IAm sad as the full surgings of the sea;I gave thee birth, thou shalt return to me.
O youth’s young cloudlet, O freshness free,
With heart so light on the winds to fly
Or glisten in spray up-scatter’d,—I
Am sad as the full surgings of the sea;
I gave thee birth, thou shalt return to me.
Thy heart is light as the empty windOf barren purposeless change,—but IAm the thought-burden’d slow-searching mind:I am the agony to form & find;—The fluxing travail of eternity.
Thy heart is light as the empty wind
Of barren purposeless change,—but I
Am the thought-burden’d slow-searching mind:
I am the agony to form & find;—
The fluxing travail of eternity.