We will embitter years,
And in our youth lay up for age
Only remorse and tears.
Miss Landon.
Days of my youth! ye have glided away;
Hairs of my youth! ye are frosted and gray;
Eyes of my youth! your keen sight is no more;
Cheeks of my youth! ye are furrow’d all o’er;
Strength of my youth! all your vigour is gone;