THOU art so fair, and young withal, Thou kindlest young desires in me, Restoring life to leaves that fall, And sight to eyes that hardly see, Half those fresh beauties bloom in thee. Those under several herbs and flowers Disguised, were all Medea gave, When she recalled Time's flying hours, And aged Æson from his grave; For beauty can both kill and save. Youth it enflames, but age it cheers, I would go back, but not return To twenty, but to twice those years; Not blaze, but ever constant burn, For fear my cradle prove my urn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER THE FAIRY CHILD by JOHN ANSTER HE FELL AMONG THIEVES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT SHADOWS IN THE WATER by THOMAS TRAHERNE TO A LADY TO ANSWER DIRECTLY WITH YEA OR NAY by THOMAS WYATT PEREGRINUS by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE ALAS! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |