Myself When Young

Myself when young did eagerly frequent

Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument

About all things but evermore

Came out by the same door where in I went

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd

Of the Two Worlds so wisely--they are thrust

Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn

Are scatter'd, and their Mouths stop with Dust

And their Mouths stop with Dust

Their Words to Scorn

Are scatter'd, and their Mouths stop with Dust

And their Mouths stop with Dust