PALIMPSEST heart, on which so many names Love's hand has writ! Blind Love, could he not know Which the true script of Fate, and thus forego To lend his torch to kindle transient flames? New risen joy each new day's sun proclaims; Each dawning sets the amorous east aglow; Each day is bright until its sun is low; As of fair days, so is it of fair dames. Why should we chide the glad who find life sweet? Their careless hearts are like a favored year, All blessed summer; or a garden ground To which no frosts come, where no tempests beat, But roses bloom forever, red and dear, And blithe birds fill it always with sweet sound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES TO BE SPOKEN BY THOMAS DENMAN.....WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO A DYING CLASS by ANGELO PHILIP BERTOCCI THE SAME FOREVER by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR LIMERICK by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE O MAY, THY MORN by ROBERT BURNS OF ONE AFFLICTED WITH DEAFNESS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: SONG (1) by THOMAS CAMPION |