WIZARD of youth! How many years, Since first we felt the story-spell, Your name has thrilled the childish ears That knew your magic well. Dear noble head of snowy hair, Face with the sunglow; keen, kind eyes; Presence erect and debonair, Heart generous and wise. No more our Poet walks the land! Your mellow voice no more is heard. Oh, for the warm clasp of your hand, The friendly, precious word! But in the hearts whose love you share, In countless friends you never met, In the world's childhood everywhere Your life is singing yet. Your merry quips; your thought's pure gold; Your knightly quest and champion cry; The songs you sang, the tales you told -- Their echoes do not die. They make a part of what we are, Of all the best we think and do. The land you loved is better far Because her youth loved you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH BEST WISHES by DOROTHY PARKER MY DEARLING by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE CLOTE (WATER-LILY) by WILLIAM BARNES THE ADOPTED CHILD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS IN APIA BAY by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS TO A. E. HOUSMAN by MARGARET ASH IN MEMORY OF DOCTOR DONNE by R. B. |