Your Own Fair Youth, You Care So Little For It [sonnet]

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Title:     Your Own Fair Youth, You Care So Little For It [sonnet]
Author: Alice Meynell [More Titles by Meynell]

Your own fair youth, you care so little for it,
Smiling towards Heaven, you would not stay the advances
Of time and change upon your happiest fancies.
I keep your golden hour, and will restore it.

If ever, in time to come, you would explore it--
Your old self whose thoughts went like last year's pansies,
Look unto me; no mirror keeps its glances;
In my unfailing praises now I store it.

To keep all joys of yours from Time's estranging,
I shall be then a treasury where your gay,
Happy, and pensive past for ever is.

I shall be then a garden charmed from changing,
In which your June has never passed away.
Walk there awhile among my memories.

[The end]
Alice Meynell's poem: Your Own Fair Youth, You Care So Little For It [sonnet]

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