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MY YOUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES

Poet Analysis

First Line: MY YOUTH WAS MY OLD AGE
Last Line: TILL THIS LATE HOUR.
Subject(s): AGING; YOUTH;
MY youth was my old age,
Weary and long;
It had too many cares
To think of song;
My moulting days all came
When I was young.

Now, in life's prime, my soul
Comes out in flower;
Late, as with Robin, comes
My singing power;
I was not born to joy
Till this late hour.



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