Life and I

As the shadows glide

Over the wheat on the ripe hillside,

So we journey, Life and I:

O sweet youth-time, go not by!

Where the warm winds meet,

To the wreathèd pipe we time our feet;

There we linger, Life and I:

O sweet youth-time, go not by!

Where the grasses play,

Ever we wander away and away,

Singing, laughing, Life and I:

O sweet youth-time, go not by!