WE have left our youth behind: Earth is in its baby years: Void of wisdom cries the wind, And the sunlight knows no tears. When shall twilight feel the awe, All the rapt thought of the sage, And the lips of wind give law Drawn from out their lore of age? When shall earth begin to burn With such love as thrills my breast? When shall we together turn To our long, long home for rest? Child and father, we grow old While you laugh and play with flowers; And life's tale for us is told Holding only empty hours. Giant child, on you await All the hopes and fears of men In thy fulness is our fate— What till then, oh, what till then? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHYME FOR A CHILD VIEWING A NAKED VENUS IN A PAINTING by ROBERT BROWNING EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE by WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH DISILLUSIONMENT OF TEN O'CLOCK by WALLACE STEVENS THE HOME-COMING by KATHARINE LEE BATES AT ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |