RETROSPECTION
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hen you and I were young, the daysWere filled with scent of pink and rose,And full of joy from dawn till close,From morning's mist till evening's haze.And when the robin sung his songThe verdant woodland ways along,We whistled louder than he sung.And school was joy, and work was sportFor which the hours were all too short,When you and I were young, my boy,When you and I were young. When you and I were young, the woodsBrimmed bravely o'er with every joyTo charm the happy-hearted boy.The quail turned out her timid broods;The prickly copse, a hostess fine,Held high black cups of harmless wine;And low the laden grape-vine swungWith beads of night-kissed amethystWhere buzzing lovers held their tryst,When you and I were young, my boy,When you and I were young. When you and I were young, the coolAnd fresh wind fanned our fevered browsWhen tumbling o'er the scented mows,Or stripping by the dimpling pool,Sedge-fringed about its shimmering face,Save where we 'd worn an ent'ring place.How with our shouts the calm banks rung!How flashed the spray as we plunged in,--Pure gems that never caused a sin!When you and I were young, my boy,When you and I were young. When you and I were young, we heardAll sounds of Nature with delight,--The whirr of wing in sudden flight,The chirping of the baby-bird.The columbine's red bells were rung;The locust's vested chorus sung;While every wind his zithern strungTo high and holy-sounding keys,And played sonatas in the trees--When you and I were young, my boy,When you and I were young. When you and I were young, we knewTo shout and laugh, to work and play,And night was partner to the dayIn all our joys. So swift time flewOn silent wings that, ere we wist,The fleeting years had fled unmissed;And from our hearts this cry was wrung--To fill with fond regret and tearsThe days of our remaining years--"When you and I were young, my boy,When you and I were young."
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