by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
When I was young and light of heart
I made sad songs with easy art:
Now I am sad, and no more young,
My sorrow cannot find a tongue.
Pray, Muses, since I may not sing
Of Death or any grievous thing,
Teach me some joyous strain, that I
May mock my youth's hypocrisy!
Source:Flower And Thorn: Later Poems
James R. Osgood And Company, Boston