BE these the selfsame verses That once when I was young Charm'd me with dancing magic To love their foreign tongue, Delicate buds of passion, Gems of a master's art, That broke forth rivalling Nature In love-songs of the heart; Like fresh leaves of the woodland Whose trembling screens would house The wanton birdies courting Upon the springing boughs? Alas, how now they are wither'd! And fallen from the skies In yellowy tawny crumple Their tender wreckage lies, And all their ravisht beauty Strewn 'neath my feet to-day Rustles as I go striding Upon my wintry way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON FRIENDS AND FOES by WILLIAM BLAKE L'AMOUR, L'AMOUR by GUY WETMORE CARRYL THE MILL-WATER by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN THE CAMP FIRE'S SONG by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. THE MONGREL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE WAY TO THE SEA by ALICE MARY DOWD THE PATRIOT by JOHN DRINKWATER ON THE RIVER TEPL, WRITTEN AT THE FREUNDSCHAFT SAAL, CARLSBAD by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON |