Odes of Anacreon - Ode 39

by Thomas Moore
ODE XXXIX.

How I love the festive boy,
Tripping through the dance of joy!
How I love the mellow sage,
Smiling through the veil of age!
And whene'er this man of years
In the dance of joy appears,
Snows may o'er his head be flung,
But his heart — his heart is young.EnglishAnacreonlove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poems
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