FOR him who must see many years, I praise the life which slips away Out of the light and mutely; which avoids Fame, and her less fair followers, envy, strife, Stupid detraction, jealousy, cabal, Insincere praises; which descends The quiet mossy track to age. But, when immature death Beckons too early the guest From the half-tried banquet of life, Young, in the bloom of his days; Leaves no leisure to press, Slow and surely, the sweets Of a tranquil life in the shade; Fuller for him be the hours! Give him emotion, though pain! Let him live, let him feel: I have lived! Heap up his moments with life, Triple his pulses with fame! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTLEY: MUSIC by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 2 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE WHITE SHIP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AN ESCAPE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE OTHER LITTLE SHIPS by EDNA BINTLIFF |