Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow :: :: University of Virginia Library

I, when the bands of youth I see,
Again am young, again am free:
Then my whole youth returns to me.
Then, indeed, t' th' laughing quire
I wing my way with new desire.

Expect me then, Cybeba; shed
Crowns of roses on my head;
Crowns of roses; I abjure
This age, that has no charms t' allure;
That wisdom has no art t' enhance:
I abjure it, and advance,
A youth, into the youthful dance.

Then let the fruit of Bacchus' tree,
The purple fruit, be brought to me;
That you may see, and joy to see,

How old, and yet how young I am;
And mov'd with what a gen'rous flame.
Yes, you shall see me old, but strong,
Skill'd indeed i' th' lyrick song,
Skill'd indeed i' th' purple bowl,
And knowing well, as seasons roll,
With madness to engage the soul.