YOUNG, loving, and beloved -- these are brief words; And yet they touch on all the finer chords, Whose music is our happiness; the tone May die away, and be no longer known, In the sad changes brought by darker years, When the heart has to treasure up its tears, And life looks mournful on an altered scene -- Still it is much to think that it has been. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION A NICE CORRESPONDENT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON STANZAS, COMPOSED WHILE WALKING ON WARREN HILL, EARLY SUMMER'S MORNING by BERNARD BARTON CLIFF DWELLER LYRICS: A LITTLE NAP IN THE MORNING by BERTON BRALEY |