O THE days are gone when beauty bright My heart's chain wove! When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love! New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream! O, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream! Though the bard to purer fame may soar, When wild youth's past; Though he win the wise, who frowned before To smile-at last; He'll never meet A joy so sweet In all his noon of fame As when first he sung to woman's ear His soul-felt flame, And at every close she blushed to hear The one loved name! O, that hallowed form is ne'er forgot, Which first love traced; Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste! 'T was odor fled As soon as shed; 'T was morning's winged dream; 'T was a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream! O, 't was a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG EPITAPH ON A JACOBITE by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY MNEMOSYNE by TRUMBULL STICKNEY THE DEAD CHILD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |