GOLDEN days -- where are they? Pilgrims east and west Cry; if we could find them We would pause and rest: We would pause and rest a little From our long and weary ways: -- Where are they, then, where are they -- Golden days? Golden days -- where are they? Ask of childhood's years, Still untouched by sorrow, Still undimmed by tears: Ah, they seek a phantom Future, Crowned with brighter, starry rays; -- Where are they, then, where are they -- Golden days? Golden days -- where are they? Has Love learnt the spell That will charm them hither, Near our hearth to dwell? Insecure are all her treasures, Restless is her anxious gaze: -- Where are they, then, where are they -- Golden days? Golden days -- where are they? Farther up the hill I can hear the echo Faintly calling still: Faintly calling, faintly dying, In a far-off misty haze: -- Where are they, then, where are they -- Golden days? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OPPORTUNITY by JOHN JAMES INGALLS SYSTEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON HOME'S A NEST by WILLIAM BARNES SILENUS IN PROTEUS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO FRANCIS JAMMES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE HOLY DUST by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX |