In a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay,
The byrdes sang swete in the middes of the day,
I dreamèd fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Methought I walked still to and fro,
And from her company I could not go-
But when I waked it was not so:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Therefore my hart is surely pyght
Of her alone to have a sight
Which is my joy and hartes delight:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
In Youth Is Pleasure
Robert Wever
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Poem topics: alone, dream, joy, fast, play, delight, company, Valentine's Day, pleasure, youth, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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