MY youth is gone -- my youth that laughed and yawned In one sweet breath, and will not come again; And crumbs of wonder are my scanty fare, Snatched from the beauty on a hill or plain. So, as I look, I wonder if the land Has @3breathed@1 those shadows in the waters blue! From all first sounds I half expect to hear, Not only echoes, but @3their@1 echoes too. But when I see -- the first time in my life -- Our Sussex Downs, so mighty, strong and bare That many a wood of fifteen hundred trees Seems but a handful scattered lightly there -- "What a great hour," think I, "half-way 'twixt Death And Youth that laughs and yawns in one short breath." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH FLOWERS by EMILY DICKINSON A FORSAKEN GARDEN by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE BARCLAY OF URY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 5. THE CHANGELING by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WE'LL GO NO MORE THE WOODLAND WAY by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE A THOUGHT FOR A LONELY DEATH-BED by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |