The dreams of youth to ripe fruition never came; No vain regrets for what I sought are mine; The wine of life, to very dregs, I drain; And all its richness in my heart I find. I have a friend or two, some loved ones dear, Who smile with me their love and friendship true, And drop with mine a sympathizing tear When sorrows come, and strengthen me anew. I have the dawns and sunsets of the years; Mine are the seasons, with their changing hue: For me the massive mountain peak uprears; Before me spreads the ocean, deep and blue. The lilt of bird song from the waving trees; The voice of childhood, with its laughter sweet; The strains of music on the evening breeze; All are rich trophies at my feet. I hold them close, these treasures of my soul, Let others have the fame, and pomp of pride, Vast mansions, jeweled crowns, and heaps of gold; The secrets of life's day with me abide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (2) by JOHN KEATS THE POET AND HIS BOOK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN BURY HIM DEEP by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A PASTORAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 17 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |