We mind not how the sun in the mid-sky Is hastening on; but when the golden orb Strikes the extreme of earth, and when the gulfs Of air and ocean open to receive him, Dampness and gloom invade us: then we think, Ah! thus is it with Youth. Too fast his feet Run on for sight; hour follows hour; fair maid Succeeds fair maid; bright eyes bestar his couch; The cheerful horn awakens him; the feast, The revel, the entangling dance allure, And voices mellower than the Muse's own Heave up his buoyant bosom on their wave. A little while and then .. Ah, Youth! dear Youth! Listen not to my words..but stay with me! When thou art gone, Life may go too; the sigh That follows is for thee, and not for Life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS AND HOW HE GAINED THEM by ROBERT SOUTHEY DESCRIPTIONS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN ON LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS JULY IN MONTANA by LILLA BOGERT IN THE HIGH HILLS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |