He did not say, The truth is, youth
I want, who am old and know too much;
I'd catch youth: lend me sight and touch!
Drop heart's blood where life's wheels grate dry!'
"While I should make rejoinder"—(then
It was no doubt, you ceased that least
Light pressure of my arm in yours)—
"'I can conceive of cheaper cures
For a yawning-fit o'er books and men.
"'What? All I am, was, and might be,