AH, tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past; What is recalled by faded flowers, Save that they did not last? Were it not better to forget, Than but remember and regret? Look back upon your hours of youth -- What were your early years, But scenes of childish cares and griefs? And say not childish tears Were nothing; at that time they were More than the young heart well could bear. Go on to riper years, and look Upon your sunny spring; And from the wrecks of former years, What will your memory bring? -- Affections wasted, pleasures fled, And hopes now numbered with the dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NICHOLAS NYE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EXCELSIOR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WINTER HEAVENS by GEORGE MEREDITH THE ENTHUSIAST, OR, THE LOVER OF NATURE by JOSEPH WARTON EPITAPH ON THE TOMBSTONE OF A CHILD, LAST OF SEVEN THAT DIED BEFORE by APHRA BEHN FOR NOEL (WHERE A GATE SWINGS EITHER WAY) by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL |