YOUTH, that pursuest with such eager pace Thy even way, Thou pantest on to win a mournful race: Then stay! oh, stay! Pause and luxuriate in thy sunny plain; Loiter, -- enjoy: Once past, Thou never wilt come back again, A second Boy. The hills of Manhood wear a noble face, When seen from far; The mist of light from which they take their grace Hides what they are. The dark and weary path those cliffs between Thou canst not know, And how it leads to regions never-green, Dead fields of snow. Pause, while thou mayst, nor deem that fate thy gain, Which, all too fast, Will drive thee forth from this delicious plain, A Man at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHAPERON by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER VENUS OF THE LOUVRE by EMMA LAZARUS MY LIFE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU TRAVELOGUE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE EMBARRASSING EPISODE OF LITTLE MISS MUFFET by GUY WETMORE CARRYL |