COME then, as ever, like the wind at morning! 
   Joyous, O Youth, in the aged world renew 
Freshness to feel the eternities around it, 
   Rain, stars and clouds, light and the sacred dew. 
   The strong sun shines above thee: 
   That strength, that radiance bring! 
   If Winter come to Winter, 
   When shall men hope for Spring?