THERE are gains for all our losses, <br />There are balms for all our pain: <br />But when youth, the dream, departs, <br />It takes something from our hearts, <br />And it never comes again. <br /> <br />We are stronger, and are better, <br />Under manhood’s sterner reign: <br />Still we feel that something sweet <br />Followed youth, with flying feet, <br />And will never come again. <br /> <br />Something beautiful is vanished, <br />And we sigh for it in vain: <br />We behold it everywhere, <br />On the earth, and in the air, <br />But it never comes again.<br /><br />Richard Henry Stoddard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flight-of-youth-3/
