AND do I then behold again the scene, Where once I sported when a wanton child; The mead, the church, the streamlet running wild, With here and there a fairy spot between, Smiling, as there rude storm had never been? Alas! how changed are we who once did rove, Calder, thy then enchanted banks along; Retiring now to the sequester'd grove, Now cheerful hearkening to the accustom'd song That rose at eventide these vales among! The charm and hope of youth the green leaves wear; 'Tis only man that blossoms and decays, To know no second spring. I thoughtful gaze With dream of years long past, and drop a tear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG DRIFTERS: BELLA COOLA TO WILLIAMS LAKE by KAREN SWENSON FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON |