A Song

I thought no more was needed
     Youth to prolong
     Than dumb-bell and foil
     To keep the body young.
     O who could have foretold
     That the heart grows old？
     Though I have many words，
     What woman‘s satisfied，
     I am no longer faint
     Because at her side？
     O who could have foretold
     That the heart grows old？
     I have not lost desire
     But the heart that I had；
     I thought ‘twould burn my body
     Laid on the death-bed，
     For who could have foretold
     That the heart grows old？