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For Youth so soon departed, to preserve
Your youthful manhood in its fiery prime
No more with impotent passionate tears to cling
In struggle desperate as very vain
To the dear past's unblossom'd leafless branch,
Since the dun river drags you seaward still.
Lenore:
Did you grow young again indeed Sylvester,
By some abhorr'd, prodigious miracle,
Would second Youth be wiser than the first?
Sylvester:
As in my old days, so with youth renew'd
I still should hold it sound philosophy
That man is compound, mind and body and soul,
Part God, part man, part beast, and it is well
That when the beast within you lick his chops
And fever for a little liberty,
