THE world is bright before thee, Its summer flowers are thine, Its calm blue sky is o'er thee, Thy bosom Pleasure's shrine; And thine the sunbeam given To Nature's morning hour, Pure, warm, as when from heaven It burst on Eden's bower. There is a song of sorrow, The death-dirge of the gay, That tells, ere dawn of morrow, These charms may melt away, That sun's bright beam be shaded, That sky be blue no more, The summer flowers be faded, And youth's warm promise o'er. Believe it not -- though lonely Thy evening home may be; Though Beauty's bark can only Float on a summer sea; Though Time thy bloom is stealing, There 's still beyond his art The wild-flower wreath of feeling, The sunbeam of the heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD THE PRISONER (A FRAGMENT) by EMILY JANE BRONTE ACROSS THE SEA by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SATISFIED by HESTER A. BENEDICT THE COMFORT OF THE STARS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON IN SPAERAM ARCHIMEDIS by CLAUDIAN THE MISSIONARY'S SON WRITES IN HIS DIARY by CLIFFORD GESSLER |