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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>His Youth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dying? I am not dying. Are you mad?<br>You think I need to ask for heavenly grace?<br>\I\ think \you\ are a fiend, who would be glad<br>To see me struggle in death's cold embrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'But, man you lie! for I am strong-in truth<br>Stronger than I have been in years; and soon<br>I shall feel young again as in my youth,<br>My glorious youth-life's one great priceless boon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'O youth, youth, youth! O God, that golden time,<br>When proud and glad I laughed the hours away.<br>Why, there's no sacrifice (perhaps no crime)<br>I'd pause at, could it make me young to-day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'But I'm not \old\! I grew-just ill, somehow;<br>Grew stiff of limb, and weak, and dim of sight.<br>It was but sickness. I am better now,<br>Oh, vastly better, ever since last night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'And I could weep warm floods of happy tears<br>To think my strength is coming back at last,<br>For I have dreamed of such an hour for years,<br>As I lay thinking of my glorious past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'You shake your head? Why, man, if you were sane<br>I'd strike you to my feet, I would, in truth.<br>How dare you tell me that my hopes are vain?<br>How dare you say I have outlived my youth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>''In heaven I may regain it?' Oh, be still!<br>I want no heaven but what my glad youth gave.<br>Its long, bright hours, its rapture and its thrill-<br>O youth, youth, youth! it is my \youth\ I crave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'There is no heaven! There's nothing but a deep<br>And yawning grave from which I shrink in fear.<br>I am not sure of even rest or sleep;<br>Perhaps we lie and \think\, as I have here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Think, think, think, think, as we lie there and rot,<br>And hear the young above us laugh in glee.<br>How dare you say I'm dying! \I am not\.<br>I would curse God if such a thing could be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Why, see me stand! why, hear this strong, full breath-<br>Dare you repeat that silly, base untruth?'<br>A cry-a fall-the silence known as death<br>Hushed his wild words. Well, has he found his youth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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You think I need to ask for heavenly grace?
\I\ think \you\ are a fiend, who would be glad
To see me struggle in death's cold embrace.


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