Richard Henry stoddard
All our losses will be compensated.
All our pains are comforted:
But when the youth of dreams dies,
It took something from our hearts,
It will never come again.
We are stronger and better,
Under the strict rule of adults:
We still feel something sweet.
With youth and fast steps,
Never come again.
Some beautiful things have disappeared,
We sigh in vain;
We can see it everywhere,
On earth, in the air,
But it will never come again!