O WORLD, in very truth thou art too young; When wilt thou learn to wear the garb of age? World, with thy covering of yellow flowers, Hast thou forgot what generations sprung Out of thy loins and loved thee and are gone? Hast thou no place in all their heritage Where thou dost only weep, that I may come Nor fear the mockery of thy yellow flowers? O world, in very truth thou art too young. The heroic wealth of passionate emprize Built thee fair cities for thy naked plains. How hast thou set thy summer growth among The broken stones which were their palaces! Hast thou forgot the darkness where @3he#1 lies Who made thee beautiful, or have thy bees Found out his grave to build their honeycombs? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST WORD OF A BLUEBIRD; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST DEAD COW FARM by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES ODE ON INDOLENCE by JOHN KEATS AT BETHLEHEM: 3. TO HIS MOTHER by JOHN BANISTER TABB WILD GEESE by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS THE MIRROR by THEODORE AUBANEL A LETTER by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE DEATH OF HUSKISSON by T. BAKER TWELVE SONNETS: 3. THE VALLEY ROSES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |