How lovely was the light of heaven, What angels leaned from out the sky In years when youth was more than wine And man and nature seemed divine Ere yet I felt that youth must die. Ere yet I felt that youth must die How insubstantial looked the earth, Alladin-land! in each advance, Or here or there, a new romance; I never dreamed would come a dearth. And nothing then but had its worth, Even pain. Yes, pleasure still and pain In quick reaction made of life A lovers' quarrel, happy strife In youth that never comes again. But will youth never come again? Even to his grave-bed has he gone, And left me lone to wake by night With heavy heart that erst was light? O, lay it at his head -- a stone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SUMMER IS ENDED (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SOMEWHERE by JOHN VANCE CHENEY FRUITIONLESS by INA DONNA COOLBRITH A VOYAGE TO TINTERN ABBEY, SELECTION by SNEYD DAVIES |