As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest In one of thine, from that which thou departest; And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowest Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest. Herein lives wisdom, beauty and increase: Without this, folly, age and cold decay: If all were minded so, the times should cease And threescore year would make the world away. Let those whom Nature hath not made for store, Harsh featureless and rude, barrenly perish: Look, whom she best endow'd she gave the more; Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish: She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY TOUJOURS AMOUR by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN BROWN PENNY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE FOREST PINE by LAURENCE BINYON FRAGMENT OF AN ODE TO PRINCE CHARLES by ROBERT BURNS BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF 'FRANCKLIN'S IS FLED AWAY' by PATRICK CAREY |