COME then, as ever, like the wind at morning! Joyous, O Youth, in the aged world renew Freshness to feel the eternities around it, Rain, stars and clouds, light and the sacred dew. The strong sun shines above thee: That strength, that radiance bring! If Winter come to Winter, When shall men hope for Spring? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT by EUGENE FIELD PROMISES LIKE A PIE-CRUST by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WHEN I READ THE BOOK by WALT WHITMAN |