Song

YOUNG, young you!
The years that pass so gayly
Have not begun to frighten you, since all the days delight in you,
And sun and moon and stars conspire
To make you lovelier daily.
Young, young you!
The years that follow after
Twenty-two, thirty-two, forty-two, fifty-two,
Will chill the song upon your lips
And your heart’s laughter.
Young, young you!
The years that lie before you
May smother all that’s glad in you, and try your soul and sadden you,
But will have no strength to make you old
As long as I adore you.
R. S.
  1. Défense de déposer de la musique sur ses vers.— VICTOR HUGO