When I shall be divorced, some ten years hence, <br />From this poor present self which I am now; <br />When youth has done its tedious vain expense <br />Of passions that for ever ebb and flow; <br /> <br />Shall I not joy youth's heats are left behind, <br />And breathe more happy in an even clime ?-- <br />Ah no, for then I shall begin to find <br />A thousand virtues in this hated time! <br /> <br />Then I shall wish its agitations back, <br />And all its thwarting currents of desire; <br />Then I shall praise the heat which then I lack, <br />And call this hurrying fever, generous fire; <br /> <br />And sigh that one thing only has been lent <br />To youth and age in common--discontent.<br /><br />Matthew Arnold<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/youth-s-agitations/
