When Youth's passionate pulses fade,
And his golden heart beats slow,
When across the infinite sky
I see the roseate glow
Of my last, last sunset flare,
I shall send my thoughts to this night
And remember you as I die,
The one thing, among all the things of this earth, found fair.
How sweet you were in your sleep,
With the starlight, silver and sable, across your hair!
Memory - translated by: Laurence Hope - 1865 - 1904
 

She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss. Forever wilt thou love and she be fair.
Ode on a Grecian Urn - John Keats
 

Nay, tarry a moment, my charming girl;
Here is a jewel of gold and pearl;
A beautiful cross it is I ween
As ever on beauty's breast was seen;
There's nothing at all but love to pay;
Take it and wear it, but only stay!
Ah! Sir Hunter, what excellent taste!
I'm not--in such--particular--haste.
The Hunter and the Milkmaid – John Godfrey Saxe – 1816 – 1887
 

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love.
The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd – Sir Walter Raleigh
 

It was the kind of desperate, headlong, adolescent calf love that he should have experienced years ago and got over.
Agatha Christie
 

Long as the year’s dull circle seems to run
When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one.
Imitations of Horace - A. Pope
 

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very Heaven!
The Prelude - William Wordsworth
 

O Life! how pleasant in thy morning,
Young Fancy’s rays the hills adorning!
Cold-pausing Caution’s lesson scorning,
We frisk away,
Like school-boys at th’ expected warning,
To joy and play.
Epistle To James Smith - Robert Burns
 

O, would I were a boy again,
When life seemed formed of sunny years,
And all the heart then knew of pain
Was wept away in transient tears!
O, Would I Were A Boy Again - M. Lemon
 

This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.
Antony and Cleopatra, - William Shakespeare