WHO is it that weeps for the last year's flowers When the wood is aflame with the fires of spring, And we hear her voice in the lilac bowers As she croons the runes of the blossoming? For the same old blooms do the new years bring, But not to our lives do the years come so, New lips must kiss and new bosoms cling.— Ah! lost are the loves of the long ago. Ah me! for a breath of those morning hours When Alice and I went a-wandering Through the shining fields, and it still was ours To kiss and to feel we were shuddering— Ah me! when a kiss was a holy thing— How sweet were a smile from Maud, and oh! With Phyllis once more to be whispering— Ah! lost are the loves of the long ago. But it cannot be that old Time devours Such loves as was Annie's and mine we sing, And surely beneficent heavenly powers Save Muriel's beauty from perishing; And if in some golden evening To a quaint old garden I chance to go, Shall Marion no more by the wicket sing?— Ah! lost are the loves of the long ago. L'ENVOI In these lives of ours do the new years bring Old loves as old flowers again to blow? Or do new lips kiss and new bosoms cling?— Ah! lost are the loves of the long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WINTER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 2. THE CLOISTER GARDEN AT CERTOSA by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE CAT AND THE BIRD by GEORGE CANNING THE CANTERBURY TALES: PROLOGUE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |