WHEN I came out of the fair House of Youth I heedlessly behind me closed the door -- Now every hour is bitter with the truth That I can find that portal never more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR BIRCH STREAM by ANNA BOYNTON AVERILL THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN THE BARREL-ORGAN by ALFRED NOYES WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY HASCHEESH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |