Pining Youth

Then in the midst of wild excitement I did play Among the trees and sapple grass Bright with the spirit of a summer's day, Wearing my youthful bliss outward With dazzling smile and prancing step And others to share the light awhile Of a wondrous time in memory yet, None were the sorrows that strain the heart Or the waiting displeasures at every turn Nor the desolate cries of the brain From which I now yearn, None, in the midst of my youthful song When I ran through the dancing meadows, Delighting in its ways. W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 1994.