Youth is thy gift—the youth that baffles Time. - Louise Chandler Moulton

Bend low, O dusky Night, And give my spirit rest; Hold me to your deep breast,
And put old cares to flight;
Give back the lost delight That once my soul possest, When Love was loveliest,—
Bend low, O dusky night!

I hied me off to Arcady— The month it was the month of May, And all along the pleasant way
The morning birds were mad with glee,
And all the flowers sprang up to see,
As I went on to Arcady.

I dwell no more in Arcady:—
But when the sky is blue with May,
And flowers spring up along the way,
And birds are blithe, and winds are free,
I know what message is for me,—
Fotr I have been in Arcady.