Pleasures! away; they please no more. Friends! are they what they were before? Loves! they are very idle things, The best about them are their wings. The dance! 'tis what the bear can do; Music; I hate your music too. Whene'er these witnesses that Time Hath snatcht the chaplet from our prime, Are call'd by Nature, as we go With eye more wary, step more slow, And will be heard and noted down, However we may fret or frown, Shall we desire to leave the scene Where all our former joys have been? No, 'twere ungrateful and unwise! But when die down our charities For human weal and human woes, This is the time our eyes should close. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WET WASH by MARIANA BACHMAN ASSOCIATIONS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE DEAR ADVENTURER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE SIEGE OF CORINTH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE FIRSTBORN by ARCHIBALD YOUNG CAMPBELL THE LIFE-FORCE by RHYS CARPENTER |