Young men should not write sonnets, if they dream Some day to reach the bright bare seats of fame: To such, sweet thoughts and mighty feelings seem As though, like foreign things, they rarely came. Eager as men, when haply they have heard Of some new songster, some gay-feathered bird, That hath o'er blue seas strayed in hope to find In our thin foliage here a summer home -- Fain would they catch the bright things in their mind, And cage them into sonnets as they come. No; they should serve their wants most sparingly, Till the ripe time of song, when young thoughts fail, Then their sad sonnets, like old bards, might be Merry as youth, and yet gray-haired and hale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UP AT A VILLA - DOWN IN THE CITY by ROBERT BROWNING THE LONELY DEATH by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON UNGRATEFULNESS by GEORGE HERBERT ON RECEIVING [THE FIRST] NEWS OF THE WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 25 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |