The lad I was I longer now Nor am nor shall be evermore. Spring's lovely blossoms from my brow Have shed their petals on the floor. Thou, Love, hast been my lord, thy shrine Above all gods' best served by me. Dear Love, could life again be mine How bettered should that service be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE CARPENTER'S SHOP by SARA TEASDALE INFANT SORROW, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HOMES OF ENGLAND by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ULTIMA THULE: DEDICATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW EARTH TRIUMPHANT by CONRAD AIKEN SONG: 3 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |