THE days of our youth are not over while sadness Chills never, and seldom o'ershadows, the heart; While Friendship is crowning the banquet of Gladness And bids us be seated and offers us part; While the swift-spoken when? and the slowly-breathed hush! Make us half-love the maiden and half-hate the lover, And feel too what is or what should be a blush ... Believe me, the days of our youth are not over. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DIANEME (1) by ROBERT HERRICK I AM THE WAY' by ALICE MEYNELL INLAND by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE SPIRIT OF NATURE by RICHARD REALF EDWIN MORRIS; OR, THE LAKE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH |