WHEN Love was young, in days of yore, On bended knee full oft I swore To him alone I'd homage pay; I'd love forever and a day, And love with every day the more. I sang his praises o'er and o'er; I conned no missal but his lore -- Oh, but the world and I were gay When Love was young! His blazonry the morning bore, And all the larks that sing and soar Praised him upon their skyward way . . . Ah, happy choir of yesterday, When Love was young! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT by THOMAS GRAY HYMN OF THE WEST by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN NEVERNESS, OR THE ONE SHIP BEACHED ON ONE FAR DISTANT SHORE by MARGARET AVISON SPANISH WINGS: A LEAF FROM A LOG BOOK by H. BABCOCK THE FIRST AIR-RAID WARNING by EVELYN D. BANGAY SONNET (4) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |