“Has no one said those daring,
Kind eyes should be more learned?
Or warned you how despairing
The moths are when they are burned?
I could have warned you;
but you are young,
So we speak a different tongue.
O will you take
And dream that all the world’s a friend,
Suffer as your mother suffered,
Be as broken in the end.
But I am old and you are young,
And I speak a barbarous tongue.”