Now the long forgotten valley of my youth I went to seek, And I saw the dale lie barren and the mountains stand out bleak. Oh, my trees and oh, my dreams, and sombre heights with beeches grown!-- But the sun is ever youthful and his beauty lasts alone. Yonder where the sedge is growing, where I see the withered pool, In my youth there was the bubbling of a stream alive and cool-- From the herds, through heaths and pastures there arose a lowing moan.-- But the sun is ever youthful and his beauty lasts alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITANY OF THE DARK PEOPLE by COUNTEE CULLEN NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN THE SUICIDE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER A LETTER ON THE USE OF MACHINE GUNS AT WEDDINGS by KENNETH PATCHEN |