Young man free from melancholy, Fair as an Italian sky, Keep the freshness of your folly, It is wisdom. To love wine, Beauty, and the spring divine, Is enough. The rest pass by. Smile, e'en at a bitter fate! Springtime comes if you but wait: Pluck its flowers for your glass. When your hour shall come to pass What is left? The golden day Of your loving-time in May. "Seek cause and effect," they say. What gloomy dreams the thought discloses! Words! words! Come gather roses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE PARADISE by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715 by ALEXANDER POPE ELEGIAC SONNET: 7. ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE by CHARLOTTE SMITH TWELVE SONNETS: 10. THY WHITENESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |