Inn of Dreams

<SPAN name="23"></SPAN> <br/> <br/> <p>In Praise of Youth</p> <p>O delicate youth, thy praises shall be sung<br/> While yet my heart is young . . .<br/> While Life and I, in search of lovely things,<br/> Go out with dancing feet and dreaming eyes,<br/> And find wild Folly, with her rainbow wings,<br/> Sweeter than all the wisdom of the wise.</p> <p>O delicate Youth, thy praises shall be sung<br/> While yet my heart is young . . .<br/> Thy whiteness, and thy brightness, and the sweet<br/> Flushed softness of thy little restless feet . . .<br/> The tossed and sunny tangle of thy hair,<br/> Thy swiftness, slimness, shyness, simpleness,<br/> That set the old folk sighing for the rare<br/> Red rose of Joy thy careless days possess.</p> <p>. . . And when at last, with sad, indifferent face,<br/> I walk in narrow pathways patiently;<br/> Forgetful of thy beauty, and thy truth,<br/> Thy ringing laughter, thy rebellious grace . . .<br/> When fair Love turns his face away from me . . .<br/> Then, let me die, O delicate sweet Youth!</p> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />