Growing Young.

If a man grow grey kindly

With the laugh of the worlds due,
Shall he look at last blindly,
Seeing black in the mornings blue?
The old men have mocked us and ruled us
And some are born old
And the grey words have hedged us and fooled us
Away from the green and gold
!ut I think it is only days"ring
Stars fading out into light
#re the sun of the yellow way s"ring
!urnished and clean for the flight
And my heart lea"ing out of the night
$ries bravely long mirth and great scorning
%or the slow beat that held it too long
It is life, & my soul, at the morning,
And the airs are a tumult of song'
White wings of the world beating strong
!ear me u", for my songs are unsung'
(rown grey, I shall never see blindly)
%or the years to the sun falling kindly
Are laughing me young
*avid +c,ee Wright
-SW
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