MY youth is gone -- my youth that laughed and yawned In one sweet breath, and will not come again; And crumbs of wonder are my scanty fare, Snatched from the beauty on a hill or plain. So, as I look, I wonder if the land Has @3breathed@1 those shadows in the waters blue! From all first sounds I half expect to hear, Not only echoes, but @3their@1 echoes too. But when I see -- the first time in my life -- Our Sussex Downs, so mighty, strong and bare That many a wood of fifteen hundred trees Seems but a handful scattered lightly there -- "What a great hour," think I, "half-way 'twixt Death And Youth that laughs and yawns in one short breath." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS OF A LOST GNOSTIC POEM OF THE 12TH CENTURY by HERMAN MELVILLE ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE SWING by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON CYNTHIA SLEEPING IN A GARDEN; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES A SONG OF DAWN AT DUSK by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: SEE-SAW by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |