WIZARD of youth! How many years, Since first we felt the story-spell, Your name has thrilled the childish ears That knew your magic well. Dear noble head of snowy hair, Face with the sunglow; keen, kind eyes; Presence erect and debonair, Heart generous and wise. No more our Poet walks the land! Your mellow voice no more is heard. Oh, for the warm clasp of your hand, The friendly, precious word! But in the hearts whose love you share, In countless friends you never met, In the world's childhood everywhere Your life is singing yet. Your merry quips; your thought's pure gold; Your knightly quest and champion cry; The songs you sang, the tales you told -- Their echoes do not die. They make a part of what we are, Of all the best we think and do. The land you loved is better far Because her youth loved you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BE LIKED BY YOU WOULD BE A CALAMITY by MARIANNE MOORE MODERN PARAPHRASE OF SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 29 by GEORGE SANTAYANA I HAVE SEEN THE SPRING' by SARA TEASDALE CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY by ROBERT BURNS THE MOURNING-GARMENT: THE SHEPHERD'S WIFE'S SONG by ROBERT GREENE THE SPIRIT OF NATURE by RICHARD REALF |