MY youth is gone -- my youth that laughed and yawned In one sweet breath, and will not come again; And crumbs of wonder are my scanty fare, Snatched from the beauty on a hill or plain. So, as I look, I wonder if the land Has @3breathed@1 those shadows in the waters blue! From all first sounds I half expect to hear, Not only echoes, but @3their@1 echoes too. But when I see -- the first time in my life -- Our Sussex Downs, so mighty, strong and bare That many a wood of fifteen hundred trees Seems but a handful scattered lightly there -- "What a great hour," think I, "half-way 'twixt Death And Youth that laughs and yawns in one short breath." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |