1. WHILE the day descends to night, And the ev'ning air grows cold, Let me think of all the light I pass'd through ere I was old. That's a thought that must be laid Among the ashes of the dead; Thought so bright in summer glow Which is wintry wither'd now. 2. Let me think on days of pleasure, Vig'rous limb, and causeless mirth; Childish forms, my bosom's treasure, Friends and lovers round my hearth. Those are thoughts that must be laid Among the ashes of the dead; Thoughts so bright in summer's glow, Which are wintry wither'd now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY SAY - . by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER LAMENT FOR FLODDEN [FIELD] by JEAN ELLIOT (1727-1805) THE SHIPMAN'S TALE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 9, SELECTION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A RHAPSODY OF LIFE'S PROGRESS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |