In youth my wings were strong and tireless,
But I did not know the mountains.
In age I knew the mountains
But my weary wings could not follow my vision —
Genius is wisdom and youth.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Edgar Lee Masters's poem Alexander Throckmorton

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  1. Jacky says:

    this poem inspired me to think about rioting

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