Lost youth

The mountains all bluster,

the woods murmur all about -

my days of youth,

where have you so soon gone?

Youth, precious youth,

you have flown from me;

o lovely youth,

so heedless was my mind!

I lost you regrettably, accidentally,

as when one takes a stone

and flings it away

into a stream.

Sometimes a stone can be reversed in its course

and return from the deep flood -

but I know that youth

will never do the same thing.