Retrospection

When you and I were young, the days

Were filled with scent of pink and rose,

And full of joy from dawn till close,

From morning's mist till evening's haze.

And when the robin sung his song

The verdant woodland ways along,

We whistled louder than he sung.

And school was joy, and work was sport

For which the hours were all too short,

When you and I were young, my boy,

When you and I were young.

When you and I were young, the woods

Brimmed bravely o'er with every joy

To charm the happy-hearted boy.

The quail turned out her timid broods;

The prickly copse, a hostess fine,

Held high black cups of harmless wine;

And low the laden grape-vine swung

With beads of night-kissed amethyst

Where buzzing lovers held their tryst,

When you and I were young, my boy,

When you and I were young.

When you and I were young, the cool

And fresh wind fanned our fevered brows

When tumbling o'er the scented mows,

Or stripping by the dimpling pool,

Sedge-fringed about its shimmering face,

Save where we'd worn an ent'ring place.

How with our shouts the calm banks rung!

How flashed the spray as we plunged in,—

Pure gems that never caused a sin!

When you and I were young, my boy,

When you and I were young.

When you and I were young, we heard

All sounds of Nature with delight,—

The whirr of wing in sudden flight,

The chirping of the baby-bird.

The columbine's red bells were rung;

The locust's vested chorus sung;

While every wind his zithern strung

To high and holy-sounding keys,

And played sonatas in the trees—

When you and I were young, my boy,

When you and I were young.

When you and I were young, we knew

To shout and laugh, to work and play,

And night was partner to the day

In all our joys. So swift time flew

On silent wings that, ere we wist,

The fleeting years had fled unmissed;

And from our hearts this cry was wrung—

To fill with fond regret and tears

The days of our remaining years—

"When you and I were young, my boy,

When you and I were young."