Qui Renovat Juventutem Meam

Make me grow young again,
Grow young enough to die.
That, in a joy unseared of pain,
I may my Lover, loved, attain,
With that fresh sigh
Eternity
Gives to the young to breathe about the heart,
Until their trust in youth-time shall depart.

Let me be young as when
To die was past my thought:
And earth with straight immortal men,
And women deathless to my ken,
Cast fear to nought!
Let faith be fraught.
My Bridegroom, with such gallant love, its range
Simply surpasses every halt of change!

Let me come to Thee young,
When thou dost challenge Cornel
With all my marvelling dreams unsung,
Their promise by first passion stung,
Though chary, dumb ....
Thou callest Cornel
Let me rush to Thee when I pass.
Keen as a child across the grass.