一首英语诗-The flight of youth

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There are gains for all our losses
There are balms for all our pain:
But when youth, the dream, departs
It takes something from our hearts.

We are stronger, and are better
Under manhood's sterner regin:
Still we feel that something sweet
Followed youth, with flying feet
And will never come again.

Something beautiful is vanished
And we sigh for it in vain:
We behold it everywhere
On the earth, and in the air
But it never comes again.