IN Summer, when the days are long, The roses and the lilies talk -- Beneath the trees young lovers walk, And glad birds coo their wooing song. In Autumn, when the days are brief, Roses and lilies turn to dust -- Lovers grow old, as all men must, And birds shun trees that have no leaf. Then, youth, be glad, in love's brief day! Pluck life's best blossom while you can -- Time has his will of every man -- From leafless hearts love turns away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RED JACKET by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK REMEMBERED MUSIC; A FRAGMENT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE CLOSING SCENE by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 2. AR-RAHMAN by EDWIN ARNOLD THE LAST MAN: ANTICIPATION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |