No Rival Like the Past
As those who eat a Luscious Fruit, sunbaked,Full of sweet juice, with zest, until they findIt finished, and their appetite unslaked,And so return and eat the pared-off rind;—
We, who in Youth, set white and careless teethIn the Ripe Fruits of Pleasure while they last,Later, creep back to gnaw the cast-off sheath,And find there is no Rival like the Past.