What does youth know of love? Little enough,
I trow!
He plucks the myrtle for his brow, For his forehead the rose. Nay, but of love It is not youth who knows.
What does youth know of love? Little enough,
I trow!
He plucks the myrtle for his brow, For his forehead the rose. Nay, but of love It is not youth who knows.