Youth

The days of our youth are not over while sadness
Chills never, and seldom o'ershadows, the heart;
"While Friendship is crowning the banquet of Gladness
And bids us be seated and offers us part;
While the swift-spoken when? and the slowly-breath'd hush!
Make us half-love the maiden and half-hate the lover,
And feel too what is or what should be a blush . .
Believe me, the days of our youth are not over.