When life is young, without a care, Alone we walk, and free: The world, a splendid merry round Of rhythmic melody. Before the end, grim sorrow calls Into each mortal ear, When friendship fades to memories, And love lies in its bier. Then, then it is that sympathy Is holden close and dear; Ah, then life's consolation comes Commingled with a tear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS: 5 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE MEANING OF PRAYER by JAMES MONTGOMERY SONNET UPON HISTORIE OF GEORGE CASTRIOT, ALIAS SCANDERBERG by EDMUND SPENSER THE LITTLE REBEL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY SONG FOR DECORATION DAY by HELEN C. BACON SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 2. AND YET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |