Youth and Age
From the "Poem-book of Fionn."
O.
nce I was yellow-haired, and ringlets fell,
In clusters round my brow;
Grizzled and sparse to-night my short grey crop,
No lustre in it now.
Better to me the shining locks of youth,
Or raven's dusky hue,
Than drear old age, which chilly wisdom brings,
If what they say be true.
I only know that as I pass the road,
No woman looks my way;
They think my head and heart alike are cold—
Yet I have had my day.