[YOUTH AND AGE]
From the "Poem-book of Fionn."
Better to me the shining locks of youth,
Or raven's dusky hue,
Than drear old age, which chilly wisdom brings,
If what they say be true.
I only know that as I pass the road,
No woman looks my way;
They think my head and heart alike are cold—
Yet I have had my day.
[CHILL WINTER]
Nipping this winter's night, the snow drifts by,
Below the hill the boisterous billows roar;
'Tis bitter cold to-night the mountain o'er,
Yet still the ungovernable stag bells forth his cry.