Not Youth Pertains to Me

NOT youth pertains to me,

Nor delicatesse—I cannot beguile the time with talk;

Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant;

In the learn'd coterie sitting constrain'd and still—for learning inures not to me;

Beauty, knowledge, fortune, inure not to me—yet there are two things inure to me;

I have nourish'd the wounded, and sooth'd many a dying soldier;

And at intervals I have strung together a few songs,

Fit for war, and the life of the camp.