OH gather the thoughts of your early years, Gather them as they flow, For all unmarked in those thoughts appears The path where you soon must go. Full many a dream will wither away, And Springtide hues are brief, But the lines are there of the autumn day, Like the skeleton in the leaf. The husbandman knows not the worth of his seed Until the flower be sprung, And only in age can we rightly read The thoughts that we thought when young. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ALMANZOR & ALMAHIDE, OR THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA: PART 2. EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE TUFT OF FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST BRUCE: HOW KING ROBERT WAS HUNTED BY THE SLEUTH-HOUND by JOHN BARBOUR |