Classic Poem

Jugend, die mir täglich schwindet

Youth is leaving me; but daily
By new courage it's replaced;
And my bold arm circles gaily
Many a young and slender waist.

Some were shocked and others pouted;
Some grew wroth — but none denied.
Flattery has always routed
Lovely shame and stubborn pride.

Yet the best is gone. Too late, I'd
Give my soul for it, in truth.
Can it be the blundering, great-eyed,
Sweet stupidity of youth?