Ocupation: Poet
Life: 1821 - 1895
Birthday: 1821
Death: 1895
Lightly I sped when hope was high And youth beguiled the chase,-- I follow, follow still: But I Shall never see her face.
source: Frederick Locker-Lampson (1874). “London Lyrics”, p.188
topic: Disappointment, Faces, Youth, Sped