I said, "My youth is gone br Like a fire beaten out by the rain, br That will never sway and sing br Or play with the wind again." br br I said, "It is no great sorrow br That quenched my youth in me, br But only little sorrows br Beating ceaselessly." br br I thought my youth was gone, br But you returned -- br Like a flame at the call of the wind br It leaped and burned; br br Threw off its ashen cloak, br And gowned anew br Gave itself like a bride br Once more to you.