Tell Me, What's Love? Said Youth, One Day, To Drooping Age, Who Crest His Way.-- "It Is A Sunny Hour Of Play, "For Which Repentance Dear Doth Pay; "Repentance! Repentance! "And This Is Love, As Wise Men Say." "Tell Me, What's Love?" Said Youth Once More, Fearful, Yet Fond, Of Age'S Lore.-- "Soft As A Passing Summer'S Wind, "Wouldst Know The Blight It Leaves Behind? "Repentance! Repentance! "And This Is Love--When Love Is O'Er." "Tell Me, What's Love? "Said Youth Again, Trusting The Bliss, But Not The Pain. "Sweet As A May Tree'S Scented Air-- "Mark Ye What Bitter Fruit 'Twill Bear, "Repentance! Repentance! "This, This Is Love--Sweet Youth, Beware." Just Then, Young Love Himself Came By, And Cast On Youth A Smiling Eye; Who Could Resist That Glance'S Ray? In Vain Did Age His Warning Say, "Repentance! Repentance!" Youth Laughing Went With Love Away.