Classic Poem

Turn back, O Chariot of time,
And bring my youth again to me,
Take all the glitter of my prime,
But leave me sweet simplicity.

From gilded phrase of pharisee,
From pious semblance, mock-sublime.
Turn back, O Chariot of time,
And bring my youth again to me.

Some Ariel wand, some magic rime,
With mystic art the change decree,
Transform me till once more I climb
For cherries in the garden tree.
Turn back, O Chariot of time,
And bring my youth again to me.