Joys of Disillusionment
YOUTH has no men, no lovers true, But only heroes, only gods. Its forest leaves but imitate The trembling of lost poets' words.
Its revelations are not new.
The moments when it waxes great Arc others it would emulate.
C) welcome the experience
That slays the god and scars the dream, That changes the enchanted grove To common woodlands, and reduces Heroes to men of sober sense, Who find that passion has its uses When pendulous with work and hive.