IN Summer, when the days are long, The roses and the lilies talk -- Beneath the trees young lovers walk, And glad birds coo their wooing song. In Autumn, when the days are brief, Roses and lilies turn to dust -- Lovers grow old, as all men must, And birds shun trees that have no leaf. Then, youth, be glad, in love's brief day! Pluck life's best blossom while you can -- Time has his will of every man -- From leafless hearts love turns away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: THE WARNING by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY SONNET: 65 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET PREFIXED TO 'THE COMMONWEALTH & GOVERNMENT OF VENICE' by EDMUND SPENSER THE CANDLE by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 94. AL-HADI by EDWIN ARNOLD FOR LACK OF GOLD by ADAM AUSTIN VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF P. BURGESS; A CHILD OF SUPERIOR ENDOWMENTS by BERNARD BARTON |