Where are the tearful smiles of youthful Spring, That nursed the budding leaves and infant flowers? Ah! vanished -- like those dear regretted hours That fled away on Pleasure's fairy wing, When Hope light scattered o'er my glowing way Her rose-buds of delight. -- The cooling breeze, The wily sportive warblers of the trees, And garlands sweet that made the woods so gay, All, all are gone. -- Spring will return again, But never more for me its charms shall bloom, For me then slumbering in the dreary tomb The birds will sing and flow'rets blow in vain; While gentle gales, the budding trees that wave, Will breathe their lonely sighs across my grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUINES OF ROME by JOACHIM DU BELLAY ON STURMINSTER FOOT-BRIDGE by THOMAS HARDY THE POET AND HIS BOOK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE MISTRESS; A SONG by JOHN WILMOT ICED BRANCHES by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |