Ami Green

    Not "a youth with hoary head and haggard eye",
    But an old man with a smooth skin
    And black hair! I had the face of a boy as long as I lived,
    And for years a soul that was stiff and bent,
    In a world which saw me just as a jest,
    To be hailed familiarly when it chose,
    And loaded up as a man when it chose,
    Being neither man nor boy.
    In truth it was soul as well as body
    Which never matured, and I say to you
    That the much-sought prize of eternal youth
    Is just arrested growth.