Excerpt from The Cup of Youth: And Other Poems Gaspar. Men say his silence guards such fateful power As makes yon stars the vassals of his will, Turns baser metals into golden coin, And wrings all secrets from the miser Time. Gelosa. And yet he knew not that one summer night A little maid Gelosa was her name Had stolen out beneath his starry slaves To learn the subtle alchemy of love That turns all fates to gold, nor lacks the power To prophesy the sweetness of to-morrow. Methinks he knew but little, knowing not What love will dare; or haply knew too much For all the gentler uses of the world When, like a landlord with too full an inn, He thrust out Love that ever might have been The fairest guest his learning entertained. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.