Youth

She paved the way with perfume sweet Of flowers that moved like winds alight, And never weary grew my feet Wandering through the spring's delight.

She dropped her sweet fife to her lips And lured me with her melodies, To where the great big wandering ships Put out into the peaceful seas.

But when the year grew chill and brown, And all the wings of Summer flown, Within the tumult of a town She left me to grow old alone.