Your own fair youth, you care so little for it, Smiling towards Heaven, you would not stay the advances Of time and change upon your happiest fancies. I keep your golden hour, and will restore it. If ever, in time to come, you would explore it - Your old self whose thoughts went like last year's pansies, Look unto me; no mirror keeps its glances; In my unfailing praises now I store it. To keep all joys of yours from Time's estranging, I shall be then a treasury where your gay, Happy, and pensive past for ever is. I shall be then a garden charmed from changing, In which your June has never passed away. Walk there awhile among my memories. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLOUGH; A LANDSCAPE IN BERKSHIRE by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE THE HUSKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WE ARE SEVEN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH GREEN AISLES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET IT'S HARD TO SAY by BERTON BRALEY EPISTLE TO MAJOR LOGAN by ROBERT BURNS ABBOTSFORD by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE LAKE OF BEAUTY by EDWARD CARPENTER |