Youth gone, and beauty gone if ever there Dwelt beauty in so poor a face as this; Youth gone and beauty, what remains of bliss? I will not bind fresh roses in my hair, To shame a cheek at best but little fair, -- Leave youth his roses, who can bear a thorn, -- I will not seek for blossoms anywhere, Except such common flowers as blow with corn. Youth gone and beauty gone, what doth remain? The longing of a heart pent up forlorn, A silent heart whose silence loves and longs; The silence of a heart which sang its songs While youth and beauty made a summer morn, Silence of love that cannot sing again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LACHRYMATORY by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER UNDERSTANDING by NIXON WATERMAN STARRY NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING WAR DEAD by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON THE BATTLE OF THE PIGMIES AND THE CRANES by JAMES BEATTIE ON H----YS FRIENDSHIP by WILLIAM BLAKE |