noon
Where youth -LRB- the proper rhyme is fleetness -RRB- ? And is it true her garland bright At last is shrunk and withered quite ? And is it true and not a jest , Not even a poetic phrase , That vanished are my youthful days -LRB- This joking I used to protest -RRB- , Never for me to reappear -- That soon I reach my thirtieth year ? And so my noon hath come ! If so , I must resign myself , in sooth ; Yet let us part in friendship , O My frivolous and jolly youth . I thank thee for thy joyfulness , Love 's tender transports and distress , For riot , frolics , mighty feeds , And all that from thy hand proceeds -- I thank thee . In thy company , With tumult or contentment still Of thy delights I drank my fill , Enough !