Life will be gone ere I have lived; Where now is Life's first prime ? I've worked and studied, longed and grieved, Through all that rosy time. To toil, to think, to long, to grieve,- Is such my future fate ? The morn was dreary, must the eve Be also desolate ? Well, such a life at least makes Death A welcome, wished-for friend; Then, aid me, Reason, Patience, Faith, To suffer to the end! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WORDSWORTH by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LILIES: 1. THE GREAT WAVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) VALUATION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TO THE OBELISK DURING THE GREAT FROST, 1881 by MATHILDE BLIND WHEN LOVE MEETS LOVE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: SORCERY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON CALLER WATER by DANIEL CARMICHAEL |