Young man free from melancholy, Fair as an Italian sky, Keep the freshness of your folly, It is wisdom. To love wine, Beauty, and the spring divine, Is enough. The rest pass by. Smile, e'en at a bitter fate! Springtime comes if you but wait: Pluck its flowers for your glass. When your hour shall come to pass What is left? The golden day Of your loving-time in May. "Seek cause and effect," they say. What gloomy dreams the thought discloses! Words! words! Come gather roses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST MAN: A CROCODILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR THE INDIAN UPON GOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 37. NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 130 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON A TORSO OF CUPID by MATHILDE BLIND MARI MAGNO; OR TALES ON BOARD: INTRODUCTION by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |