WHEN like a fairy scene, in youth, The untried world is spread before us, When fancy wears the garb of truth, And sunny skies are shining o'er us; When never yet a dream of woe The heart's deep sympathies have stirred, How little then our spirits know The evils of a thoughtless word! When one by one our joys depart, When hope no more each bright hour measures When, like a Niobe, the heart Sits lonely 'mid its perished treasures; When far from human aid we turn, And human comfort is unheard, Oh! then, how bitterly we learn The anguish of a thoughtless word! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WARRIOR'S PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO MY SISTER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WINTER FANTASY by ADELE BABBITT ADMIRAL, HAIL! by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 103. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE PATIENT WAYS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |