Enoch Powell: First poems: V) The years that took my youth away

V) The years that took my youth away

The years that took my youth away,

They brought to me instead

The hunger that from day to day

On other youth is fed.

But other youth, past saving,

Grows old before my eyes,

And young is still my craving

And still for youth it cries.

So I in young and younger

Must seek my youth in vain;

For time that brought this hunger

Takes not away its pain.