A SHADOW, a light cloud, an April rain, And twenty other vain similitudes, Betoken that fast-springing Youth eludes The full impression of continuous pain. Strange fallacy! when all that then we feel Strikes home, -- the veriest trifles how profound! When there is something in each precious wound That searing Manhood almost fails to heal. But let the harshnesses of daily life And all the blunt world's businesses have set A seal upon the fountain of the heart, Then tangled in the party-coloured strife, We throb with Love or Hate, we meet or part, Sigh, tremble, weep, pass onward and forget. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (2) by THOMAS CAREW PAST AND PRESENT by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON THE PAST IS THE PRESENT by MARIANNE MOORE THE CITY IN THE SEA by EDGAR ALLAN POE SAW YE JOHNNIE COMIN'? by JOANNA BAILLIE |