My boyish days are nearly gone, My breast is not unsullied now; And worldly cares and woes will soon Cut their deep furrows on my brow. And life will take a darker hue From ills my brother never knew: And human passions o'er my soul Now hold their dark and fell control: And fear and envy, hate and rage, Proclaim approaching manhood's age. And I have made me bosom friends, And loved and linked with my heart with others; But who with mine his spirit blends As mine was blended with my brothers? When years of rapture glided by, The spring of life's unclouded weather, Our souls were knit; and thou and I, My brother, grew in love together. The chain is broke that bound us then When shall I find its like again? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MORE ANCIENT MARINER by BLISS CARMAN BERNARDO DEL CARPIO by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE WISDOM OF MERLYN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TENNESSEE; PRIZE CENTENNIAL ODE (1896) by VIRGINIA FRAZER BOYLE ADDRESS TO THE TOOTHACHE by ROBERT BURNS LINES ON RECEIVING A SEAL WITH THE CAMPBELL CREST FROM K.M., BEFORE HER MARRIAGE by THOMAS CAMPBELL A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 32 by THOMAS CAMPION |