ANOTHER full-orbed year hath waned to-day, And set in the irrevocable past, And headlong whirled along Time-s winged blast My fluttering rose of youth is borne away: Ah rose once crimson with the blood of May, A honeyed haunt where bees would break their fast, I watch thy scattering petals flee aghast, And all the flickering rose-lights turning grey. Poor fool of life! plagued ever with thy vain Regrets and futile longings! were the years Not cups o'erbrimming still with gall and tears? Let go thy puny personal joy and pain! If youth with all its brief hope disappears, To deathless hope we must be born again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR THE MAKARIS [WHEN HE WAS SEIK] by WILLIAM DUNBAR LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 44 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE CITY MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY [OR, GARDEN] MOUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ON THE DEATH OF A METAPHYSICIAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE WANING MOON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |