Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.
Edmund Clarence Stedman 18331908
Edmund Clarence Stedman182 Si Jeunesse Savait!
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The seer’s head is gray;
When the sailor to shore has drifted
The sirens are far away.
Why must the clearer vision,
The wisdom of Life’s late hour,
Come, as in Fate’s derision,
When the hand has lost its power?
Is there a rarer being,
Is there a fairer sphere
And the harvests are not sere; Where, ere the seasons dwindle, They yield their due return; Where the lamps of knowledge kindle While the flames of youth still burn? O, for the young man’s chances! O, for the old man’s will! Those flee while this advances, And the strong years cheat us still.