Rainbows (Custance)/A Song of Youth

by Olive Custance

A Song of Youth

 

I met Youth in a garden wild,With roses tangled in her hair,She looked into my eyes and smiled,"Kiss me," she said, "for I am fair."

But laughingly I went my wayAnd heeded not the words she said;What was her smile to me that day,Her mischievous sweet mouth so red?

I went my way with dreaming eyes,Oh light of heart I was, yet shy,But not too old and not too wiseTo miss the rainbows in the sky.

I went my way with dancing feet,For I was slow to learn the truth,That fame, and love, and song are sweet,But not more thrilling sweet than youth.