Oh babble not to me, Gray Eild, Of days and years mis-spent, Unless thou can'st again restore Youth's scenes of merriment. Can'st thou recal to me the heart That bounded sorrow-free, Or wake to life the lovely one Who stole that heart from me? Can'st thou by magic art compel The shrouded dead to rise, And all the friends of early years Again to glad my eyes? Can'st thou renew Hope's flattering dream That promised joys in store, Or bid me taste again those few, Alas ! that are no more? Then babble not to me, Gray Eild, Of days and years mis-spent, Unless thou can'st again restore Youth's dreams of sweet content. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VANQUISHED; ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL GRANT by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE THE CLOUD by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE CHILD ALONE: 6. BLOCK CITY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY; A SKETCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A PENNY'S WORTH OF POESY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN EMULATION OF MR. COWLEYS POEM CALL'D THE MOTTO by MARY ASTELL |