WHEN Love was young, in days of yore, On bended knee full oft I swore To him alone I'd homage pay; I'd love forever and a day, And love with every day the more. I sang his praises o'er and o'er; I conned no missal but his lore -- Oh, but the world and I were gay When Love was young! His blazonry the morning bore, And all the larks that sing and soar Praised him upon their skyward way . . . Ah, happy choir of yesterday, When Love was young! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE-TOP; A NIGHT PIECE by HERMAN MELVILLE PATROLING BARNEGAT by WALT WHITMAN DEAD MEN, TO A METAPHYSICIAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE SPIRIT AND THE CUP by A. E. ANDERSON EARLY DEATH AND FAME by MATTHEW ARNOLD FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A LOFTY MIND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ROMAN ANEMONES by MATHILDE BLIND HE WONDERS WHETHER TO PRAISE OR TO BLAME HER by RUPERT BROOKE UPON YE SIGHT OF MY ABORTIVE BIRTH YE 31TH: OF DECEMBER 1657 by MARY CAREY |