"a youth with hoary head and haggard
an old man with a smooth skin
had the face of a boy as long as I lived,
for years a soul that was stiff and bent,
a world which saw me just as a jest,
be hailed familiarly when it chose,
loaded up as a man when it chose,
neither man nor boy.
truth it was soul as well as body
never matured, and I say to you
the much-sought prize of eternal youth
just arrested growth.