<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538146" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballade Of Youth And Age</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spring at her height on a morn at prime,<br>Sails that laugh from a flying squall,<br>Pomp of harmony, rapture of rhyme -<br>Youth is the sign of them, one and all.<br>Winter sunsets and leaves that fall,<br>An empty flagon, a folded page,<br>A tumble-down wheel, a tattered ball -<br>These are a type of the world of Age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bells that clash in a gaudy chime,<br>Swords that clatter in onsets tall,<br>The words that ring and the fames that climb -<br>Youth is the sign of them, one and all.<br>Hymnals old in a dusty stall,<br>A bald, blind bird in a crazy cage,<br>The scene of a faded festival -<br>These are a type of the world of Age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hours that strut as the heirs of time,<br>Deeds whose rumour's a clarion-call,<br>Songs where the singers their souls sublime -<br>Youth is the sign of them, one and all.<br>A staff that rests in a nook of wall,<br>A reeling battle, a rusted gage,<br>The chant of a nearing funeral -<br>These are a type of the world of Age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Envoy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Struggle and turmoil, revel and brawl -<br>Youth is the sign of them, one and all.<br>A smouldering hearth and a silent stage -<br>These are a type of the world of Age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Ernest+Henley">William Ernest Henley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538146" data-title="Ballade Of Youth And Age de William Ernest Henley" data-description="Spring at her height on a morn at prime, Sails that laugh from a flying squall, Pomp of harmony, rapture of rhyme - Youth is the sign of them, one and all. Winter sunsets and leaves that fall, An empty flagon, a folded page, A tumble-down wheel, a..."></div> </div> </div>

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