BE these the selfsame verses That once when I was young Charm'd me with dancing magic To love their foreign tongue, Delicate buds of passion, Gems of a master's art, That broke forth rivalling Nature In love-songs of the heart; Like fresh leaves of the woodland Whose trembling screens would house The wanton birdies courting Upon the springing boughs? Alas, how now they are wither'd! And fallen from the skies In yellowy tawny crumple Their tender wreckage lies, And all their ravisht beauty Strewn 'neath my feet to-day Rustles as I go striding Upon my wintry way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE TURTLE by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 92 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE GRANDMOTHER'S APOLOGY by ALFRED TENNYSON FAREWELL TO THE PILGRIMS by THEODORE M. BAKKE VOLATUS TRIUMPHANS by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE THE BIRD-BOY by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD THE LAST NIGHT by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A THOUGHT FOR A LONELY DEATH-BED by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |