YOUTH, that pursuest with such eager pace Thy even way, Thou pantest on to win a mournful race: Then stay! oh, stay! Pause and luxuriate in thy sunny plain; Loiter, -- enjoy: Once past, Thou never wilt come back again, A second Boy. The hills of Manhood wear a noble face, When seen from far; The mist of light from which they take their grace Hides what they are. The dark and weary path those cliffs between Thou canst not know, And how it leads to regions never-green, Dead fields of snow. Pause, while thou mayst, nor deem that fate thy gain, Which, all too fast, Will drive thee forth from this delicious plain, A Man at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ENGLISH GRAVEYARD IN MALACCA by KAREN SWENSON THE NEW ARRIVAL by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE SONNET: 21 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE SHIP STARTING by WALT WHITMAN TO THINK OF TIME by WALT WHITMAN SUNRISE TRUMPETS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER A FRAGMENT OF AN EPIC POEM, OCCASIONED BY THE LOSS OF A GAME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |