Life and I

As the shadows glide
Over the wheat on the ripe hillside,
So we journey, Life and I:
O sweet youth-time, go not by!

Where the warm winds meet,
To the wreathèd pipe we time our feet;
There we linger, Life and I:
O sweet youth-time, go not by!

Where the grasses play,
Ever we wander away and away,
Singing, laughing, Life and I:
O sweet youth-time, go not by!
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