Had you been old I
might be reconciled
To see you gathered
to the silent wild.
Were your days darkened,
weary, shattered, told.
Had life with disillusion
been defiled.
And grief poured on your head
its molten gold
Had you been old.
But you were young
your faith a fire unshaken
Your hair bright tossed with wind
your breath swift taken
With dear delight of earth
with arms outflung to joy.
Just then, just then
to be forsaken of breath?
To leave the melody unsung
When you were young.
(Elizabeth Hollister Frost)
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