How lovely was the light of heaven, What angels leaned from out the sky In years when youth was more than wine And man and nature seemed divine Ere yet I felt that youth must die. Ere yet I felt that youth must die How insubstantial looked the earth, Alladin-land! in each advance, Or here or there, a new romance; I never dreamed would come a dearth. And nothing then but had its worth, Even pain. Yes, pleasure still and pain In quick reaction made of life A lovers' quarrel, happy strife In youth that never comes again. But will youth never come again? Even to his grave-bed has he gone, And left me lone to wake by night With heavy heart that erst was light? O, lay it at his head -- a stone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO TARTAR, A TERRIER BEAUTY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES BUCOLIC COMEDY: EN FAMILLE by EDITH SITWELL MIRACLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DAWN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS DIDO TO AENEAS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |