“OH, THE WILD, WILD DAYS OF YOUTH!”

Oh, the wild, wild days of youth!

My royal youth;

My blood was then my king:

Maybe a little mad,

But full of truth!

Oh, my lips were like a rose!

And my heart, too;

It was torn out leaf by leaf:

Ah! there be none that know

How the leaves flew!

Oh, they dropped in the wine!

The royal wine;

There were showers for the girls,

Crowns for their white brows,

And for mine!