Once I knew that the end of the world Lay back of twenty years; Youth knows much, more than faith, Oh, more than age and tears! Curious that a truth may change And be a truth anew; I came twenty -- the end of the world Was forty -- and not through -- Moving on, like a will o' the wisp To fifty, sixty -- more -- Waning but to shine again As mystic as before. Now I pledge you, who know at last Beyond all foolish fears; The end of the world comes only for those Who measure time by years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-DEPENDENCE by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO A CATY-DID by PHILIP FRENEAU CORINNA TO TANAGRA, FROM ATHENS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR WEEDS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE CLOUD by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EPIGRAM: 27. THE FRUIT by THOMAS WYATT THE DESERTED LOVER CONSOLETH HIMSELF ... by THOMAS WYATT |