Classic and Contemporary Poetry

MY YOUTH, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: My youth was my old age
Last Line: Till this late hour.
Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H.
Subject(s): Aging; Youth

MY youth was my old age,
Weary and long;
It had too many cares
To think of song;
My moulting days all came
When I was young.

Now, in life's prime, my soul
Comes out in flower;
Late, as with Robin, comes
My singing power;
I was not born to joy
Till this late hour.