Virginibus Puerisque …
I care not that one listen if he livesFor aught but life’s romance, nor puts aboveAll life’s necessities the need to love,Nor counts his greatest wealth what Beauty gives.But sometime on an afternoon in spring,When dandelions dot the fields with gold,And under rustling shade a few weeks old’Tis sweet to stroll and hear the bluebirds sing,Do you, blond head, whom beauty and the powerOf being young and winsome have preparedFor life’s last privilege that really pays,Make the companion of an idle hourThese relics of the time when I too faredAcross the sweet fifth lustrum of my days.