HOW much of change lies in a little space! How soon the spirits leave their youth behind! The early green forsakes the bough; the flowers, Nature's more fairy-like and fragile ones, Droop on the way-side, and the later leaves Have artifice and culture -- so the heart: How soon its soft spring hours take darker hues! And hopes, that were like rainbows, melt in shade; While the fair future, ah! how fair it seemed! Grows dark and actual. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FOR THE LONDON VOLUNTEERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD NURSERY REMINISCENCES by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM VOLATUS TRIUMPHANS by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE THE FLAME-BRIDE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PIONEERS OF SOUTH DAKOTA by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |