ANOTHER full-orbed year hath waned to-day, And set in the irrevocable past, And headlong whirled along Time-s winged blast My fluttering rose of youth is borne away: Ah rose once crimson with the blood of May, A honeyed haunt where bees would break their fast, I watch thy scattering petals flee aghast, And all the flickering rose-lights turning grey. Poor fool of life! plagued ever with thy vain Regrets and futile longings! were the years Not cups o'erbrimming still with gall and tears? Let go thy puny personal joy and pain! If youth with all its brief hope disappears, To deathless hope we must be born again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE ON THE PROJECTED KENDAL AND WINDERMERE RAILWAY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE BALLOON MAN by JEAN M. BATCHELOR ASPIRATIONS: 11 by MATHILDE BLIND INOPPORTUNE by THOMAS H. BRIGGS JR. CLEVEDON VERSES: 8. THE BRISTOL CHANNEL by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |