LOVE IN YOUTH AND AGE. <br /> <br />Tornami al tempo. <br /> <br />Bring back the time when blind desire ran free, <br />With bit and rein too loose to curb his flight; <br />Give back the buried face, once angel-bright, <br />That hides in earth all comely things from me; <br />Bring back those journeys ta'en so toilsomely, <br />So toilsome-slow to one whose hairs are white; <br />Those tears and flames that in one breast unite; <br />If thou wilt once more take thy fill of me! <br />Yet Love! Suppose it true that thou dost thrive <br />Only on bitter honey-dews of tears. <br />Small profit hast thou of a weak old man. <br />My soul that toward the other shore doth strive, <br />Wards off thy darts with shafts of holier fears; <br />And fire feeds ill on brands no breath can fan.<br /><br />Michelangelo Buonarroti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/li-first-reading/
