WE have left our youth behind: Earth is in its baby years: Void of wisdom cries the wind, And the sunlight knows no tears. When shall twilight feel the awe, All the rapt thought of the sage, And the lips of wind give law Drawn from out their lore of age? When shall earth begin to burn With such love as thrills my breast? When shall we together turn To our long, long home for rest? Child and father, we grow old While you laugh and play with flowers; And life's tale for us is told Holding only empty hours. Giant child, on you await All the hopes and fears of men In thy fulness is our fate— What till then, oh, what till then? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 18 by OMAR KHAYYAM SONG, FR. THE TWO GENTELEM OF VERONA by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE WIND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AH, HAD I SEEN THEE SOONER! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS FULL-CIRCLE by MAXWELL ANDERSON AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by RICHARD BARNFIELD |