OH never another dream can be Like that early dream of ours, When the fairy Hope lay down to sleep, Like a child among the flowers. But Hope has waken'd since, and wept, Like a rainbow, itself away; And the flowers have faded and fallen around -- We have none for a wreath to-day. Now Wisdom wakes in the place of Hope, And our hearts are like winter hours: Ah! after life has been little worth That early dream of ours. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN EPITAPH ON THE TOMB OF SIR EDWARD GILES AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT HERRICK A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) COMMEMORATION ODE READ AT HARVARD UNIVERSITY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SLEEPING AND WAKING by JANE BARLOW PIONEERS OF SOUTH DAKOTA by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |