THERE comes a time, a dreary time, To him whose heart hath flown O'er all the fields of youth's sweet prime, And made each flower its own. 'Tis when his soul must first renounce Those dreams so bright, so fond; Oh! then ' s the time to die at once, For life has naught beyond. When sets the sun on Afric's shore, That instant all is night; And so should life at once be o'er, When Love withdraws his light; Nor, like our northern day, gleam on Thro' twilight's dim delay, The cold remains of lustre gone, Offire long past away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRICKLAYER LOVE by CARL SANDBURG THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING TO THOMAS MOORE (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WHEN DEATH HAS LOST THE KEY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING TO SIR JOHN SPENSER KNIGHTE, ALDERMAN OF LONDON by RICHARD BARNFIELD STANZAS SELECTED FROM THE PAINS OR MEMORY; A FRAGMENT by BERNARD BARTON S. MARY MAGDALEN'S OINTMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE DEATH OF A DANDY by JOHN PEALE BISHOP THE STEPS OF THE COMMANDER by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |