YOUTH, beauty, love, delight, All blessings bright and dear, Like shooting stars by night, Flash, fall, and disappear. Let Cynics doubt their worth, Because they're born to die, The wiser sons of earth Will snatch them ere they fly. Tho' mingled with alloy, We throw not gold away; Then why reject the joy That's blended with decay? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SANTA FE SKETCHES by CARL SANDBURG THE SONG OF THE PILGRIMS by RUPERT BROOKE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 14 by ALFRED TENNYSON I SIT AND LOOK OUT by WALT WHITMAN ACHIEVEMENT'S SILVER CRY by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 35. AL-GHAFIR by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 7. THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |