THE YOUNG HEART IN AGE

LET fall the ashen veil On locks of ebon sheen; And let Time’s furrowing tale On once-smooth brows be seen. And let my eyes forego Their once-keen shaft of sight; Let hands and feet not know Their former skill or might. Take all of outward grace, Ye Aging Powers—but hold! Touch not the inner place, Let not my heart be old! Then, Youth, to me repair; And be my soothéd guest; All things with you I share Save one,—that wild unrest!