THE young, the lovely pass away, Ne'er to be seen again; Earth's fairest flowers too soon decay; Its blasted trees remain. Full oft we see the brightest thing That lifts its head on high, Smile in the light, then droop its wing, And fade away, and die. And kindly is the lesson given, Then dry the falling tear; They came to raise our hearts to heaven, They go to call us there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARDEN FANCIES: 1. THE FLOWER'S NAME by ROBERT BROWNING THIRTY BOB A WEEK by JOHN DAVIDSON THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT by THOMAS GRAY FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING POLWART ON THE GREEN by ALLAN RAMSAY ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON by ALFRED TENNYSON |