WHEN I was young I longed for Love, And held his glory far above All other earthly things. I cried: "Come, Love, dear Love, with me abide;" And with my subtlest art I wooed, And eagerly the wight pursued. But Love was gay and Love was shy, He laughed at me and passed me by. Well, I grew old and I grew gray, When Wealth came wending down my way. I took his golden hand with glee, And comrades from that day were we. Then Love came back with doleful face, And prayed that I would give him place. But, though his eyes with tears were dim, I turned my back and laughed at him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY by EDWARD LEAR TWO THINGS by AMIR MAHMUD IBN AMIR YAMINU'D-DIN TUGHRA'I SHE LOOKS BEYOND TO-MORROW by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT ON H---- THE PICK THANK by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SAME FOREVER by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR |