Untitled (Revised)
Location
11208
United States
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When the undimmed mind of child plays
No thought to time do they oft pay;
Or to the swift fugue of night
From bold sun’s ever revolving light.
Young joy’s form is one of that cotton pile,
Brought by bounding main’s breathy guile;
Bright skies bring young pleasure,
Offering ample hour to seek elusive treasure.
Supple bloom! Stay your freshest cast;
Count not long before you ripen last.
Watch, and commit, the sunken melody of taste and sin
Played long ago on old men’s furrowed skin.