"So you love me? You are mine?
Break from yon dead tree a bough,
Lay it down among these roses--
Ah! I do not charm you now!"




"OH, THE WILD, WILD DAYS OF YOUTH!"


Oh, the wild, wild days of youth!
My royal youth;
My blood was then my king:
Maybe a little mad,
But full of truth!

Oh, my lips were like a rose!
And my heart, too;
It was torn out leaf by leaf:
Ah! there be none that know
How the leaves flew!

Oh, they dropped in the wine!
The royal wine;
There were showers for the girls,
Crowns for their white brows,
And for mine!