Excerpt from The Journey: Odes and SonnetsOU are so young, i Yet older than the eldest things that be - Older than cliffs affronted by the sea, That crumble into legend, shelf by shelf, Older than bright Orion, lost for lust, Dust-born and dimming back again to dust, Older than memory's first incarnate hour, Older than age itself And sprung In life's immortal April like a ¿ower. N ow, as you turn Where the high road's cut off against the light, Behind you in a golden circle burn All the round days circumferenced by night And the green leaves that frame the road and you In contrast With that gold show darkly blue, Save at the fringes Where the sun spills through And shakes them to a Whirl and mist of fire: Your hair, your bright hair, bright as young desire, Wears the same halo: all your youth is strung To urgent quiet in the poise you hold: You are solitary there, you are fixed, you are free, With rising sap wrought upwards like a tree - A golden challenge, dressed and crowned With gold.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.