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...UNDER THE WATERFALL by THOMAS HARDY ON GROWING OLD by JOHN MASEFIELD ON SEEING BLENHEIM CASTLE by LUCY AIKEN THE ZONE OF VENUS by ANTIPHANES TO LORD BYRON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A WAY TO A HAPPY NEW YEAR by ROBERT BREWSTER BEATTIE |