IN life's young morn, with fairy wiles, Hope cheats the soul, and Fancy smiles; They lull with flattering dreams of joy, Ah! why must truth the dreams destroy ? Those halcyon days too soon are past, The lovely visions will not last; The golden dream of frolic joy, Alas! ere long will truth destroy. The glowing scene by fancy spread, Gay hope by youthful ardour led, The flattering dream of frolic joy, Ah! soon, too soon will truth destroy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS THE SUN GOD by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE SONNET: 10 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE FAIR THIEF by CHARLES WYNDHAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 86. AL-JAMI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD |