HOW much of change lies in a little space! How soon the spirits leave their youth behind! The early green forsakes the bough; the flowers, Nature's more fairy-like and fragile ones, Droop on the way-side, and the later leaves Have artifice and culture -- so the heart: How soon its soft spring hours take darker hues! And hopes, that were like rainbows, melt in shade; While the fair future, ah! how fair it seemed! Grows dark and actual. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY TITUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 3 by WILLIAM BASSE DEDICATION TO POEMS, LYRICS AND SONNETS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE CONSTELLATIONS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A SPRING SYMPHONY by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR WITH CORSE AT ALLATOONA by SAMUEL HAWKINS MARSHALL BYERS ON SEEING A YOUTH AFFECTIONATELY WELCOMED BY A SISTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |