Poem by Amy Levy

Youth and Love

What does youth know of love?
Little enough, I trow!
He plucks the myrtle for his brow,
For his forehead the rose.
Nay, but of love
It is not youth who knows.

1. On the Wye in May
2. On the Threshold
3. The Two Terrors
4. The Old Poet
5. To E.

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