MY boyhood was a pleasant dreim, And noo I wake to prove it sae; My youdith bleez't wi' hope's fair gleim, My manheid keps the thud o' wae. The sunnie knowes that aince were dear, I taigle on, aye fain to view; The spunk o' life that lowe't sae clear, Is crynit to an aizle noo. Is life a dulesum glamour a'? The wearie wraith o' daffin' past? And are we bound by feydoom's law To lair in mirk wanhope at last? Na! oor fate speils the hin'most breth, And skinkles like the star o' even', And lichts the eerie glen o' deth, An' airts us to our beild in Hevin'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 92 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MARVELOUS MUNCHAUSEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ELEGY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE BLIND LEAD THE BLIND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |