But You Were Something More Than Young

I Am Glad That I Paid So Little Attention To Good Advice; Had I Abided By It I Might Have Been Saved From Some Of My Most Valuable Mistakes.

All My Life, Following Care Along The Dusty Road, Have I Looked Back On Loveliness And Sighed.

Longing Alone Is Singer To The Lute.

Need We Say It Was Not Love, Now That Love Is Perished?

Earth Does Not Understand Her Child, Who From The Loud Gregarious Town Returns, Depleted And Defiled, To The Still Woods, To Fling Him Down.