Author Charles Lloyd Oh, when in youth, in all we see There's freshness, life, and novelty, And passion's conscience sleeps, Oh, what enlargement then we feel! Then no remorse with muttered spell Pursues our sleps, and o'er our shoulder peeps! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments