Haniel Long

From “On the Road”

THE CAUSE of this I know not,

Whither they went, nor why;

But I still remember the laughter

And the bright eyes flashing by—

The day the girls were kissing

The boys who had to die.

I search in vain for the reason—

What does a poet know?—

Only that youth is lovely,

Only that youth must go;

And hearts are made to be broken,

And love is always woe.