L'Envoy

George Edward Woodberry (1855–1930)

My song is not for the old,Whose day is done, whose blood is cold;Nor for the safe is it,Mummies of wealth and wit;But it shall be understoodOf youth and the great life-lovers,Lost adventurers and far rovers,And the eagles of the brood,—Evokers of diviner powersDark in the ether-wave,Who heap the couch of life with flowersAnd line with love the grave.