FROM out the blossomed cherry-tops Sing, blithesome robin, chant and sing; With chirp, and trill, and magic-stops Win thou the listening ear of Spring! For while thou lingerest in delight, An idle poet, with thy rhyme, The summer hours will take their flight And leave thee in a barren clime. Not all the autumn's rustling gold, Nor sun, nor moon, nor star shall bring The jocund spirit which of old Made it an easy joy to sing! So said a poet -- having lost The precious time when he was young -- Now wandering by the wintry coast With empty heart and silent tongue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HONOR OF TAFFY TOPAZ by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI COLIN AND LUCY by THOMAS TICKELL A STRANGER IN SEYTHOPOLIS by KATHARINE LEE BATES I HAVE COME REMEMBERING by LORENE BYRNES BURNS TO ROMANCE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |