Happy days they were When Across the campus I strolled, Drinking in the warming sun And feasting book-weary eyes Upon the trees and buds. True, the soul Ached from emptiness, Longing for a hand To hold, As I wandered To and fro. Yet the days Were filled with promise Then, and the nights Alive with hope. All lay ahead, Nought behind Save the dregs Of mis-spent youth-- And these Mattered not, Compared to the future All bright and gold. What ignorance was mine! What blissful unconcern Filled my wand'ring soul! Sad would I have been Could I have seen The sin Gathering upon my Earth-future's rim. So many moments Gone so awry... And like a meteor Petered out, Now I sit in sorrow That those former days Were not better spent. Ah, Life, the Tragedy!
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