(Girl's Song) <br /> <br />In Babylon, in Nineveh, <br />And long ago, and far away, <br />The lilies and the lotus blew <br />That are my sweet of youth to-day. <br /> <br />From those high gardens of the Gods <br />That eyes of men may never see, <br />The amaranth and asphodel <br />Immortal odours shed on me. <br /> <br />In vial of my early years, <br />As in a crystal vial held, <br />What precious fragrance treasured up <br />Of age and agelessness distill'd. <br /> <br />XThine but to give. Give straightway all.Y <br />Yea, straight, mine hands, the ointment rare <br />In great libation joyous pour! <br />Oh, look of youth. . . Oh, golden hair. . .<br /><br />Adelaide Crapsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfume-of-youth/
