Ah me! ah me! when thinking of the years, The vanished years, alas, I do not find Among them all one day that was my own! Fallacious hope; desires of the unknown, Lamenting, loving, burning, and in tears (For human passions all have stirred my mind), Have held me, now I feel and know, confined Both from the true and good still far away. I perish day by day; The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary, And I am near to fail, infirm and weary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CYCLAMEN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR EPITAPH FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALEXANDER POPE HITOPADESA: DEDICATION by EDWIN ARNOLD THE FROZEN GRAIL (TO PEARY AND HIS MEN) by ELSA BARKER TIME OF ROSES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |