IN a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay, The byrdes sang swete in the middes of the day, I dreamed fast of mirth and play: In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. Methought I walked still to and fro, And from her company I could not go -- But when I waked it was not so: In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. Therefore my hart is surely pyght Of her alone to have a sight Which is my joy and hartes delight: In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AS KINGFISHERS CATCH FIRE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS UNDERSTANDING by NIXON WATERMAN THE STORM by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE MUSICAL CONQUERERS by PHILIP AYRES TO HIS WIFE WITH A KNIFE ON THE 14TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY by SAMUEL BISHOP DANTE AND ARIOSTO by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |