Sprightly Old Age

Leigh Hunt

1784 to 1859

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Youth itself returns to me. 
Able still to drink down sadness,
Then indeed my old age springs, 
Afterwards go fetch we wine,
And I'll show what age can do,
As befits a dancer's hair:
Bounty of a fruit divine;
And display a graceful madness.
Grey-beard sloth away be flung;
When the sports of youth I see, 
To the dance on starting wings.
Able still to warble too,
Stop, Cybele, roses there, —
And I'll join you, young for young,