Oh babble not to me, Gray Eild, Of days and years mis-spent, Unless thou can'st again restore Youth's scenes of merriment. Can'st thou recal to me the heart That bounded sorrow-free, Or wake to life the lovely one Who stole that heart from me? Can'st thou by magic art compel The shrouded dead to rise, And all the friends of early years Again to glad my eyes? Can'st thou renew Hope's flattering dream That promised joys in store, Or bid me taste again those few, Alas ! that are no more? Then babble not to me, Gray Eild, Of days and years mis-spent, Unless thou can'st again restore Youth's dreams of sweet content. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LULLABY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON AGAINST THEM WHO LAY UNCHASTITY TO THE SEX OF WOMAN by WILLIAM HABINGTON DICK, A MAGGOT by JONATHAN SWIFT VERSES OCCASIONED BY THE SUDDEN DRYING UP..ST.PATRICK'S WELL by JONATHAN SWIFT CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 2 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE HELLENS RAPE; OR A LIGHT LANTHORNE FOR LIGHT LADIES by RICHARD BARNFIELD |