When I see how the strong and fine grow old And withered and foolish who once were wise, Mumbling at a greyed world with rheumy eyes When all they had to say has long been told, It may be that those brave who go like you While voice has ring and eyes see far and clear, Taking the world in its stride with never a fear, Regretless leave, though years lived were so few. As you blended with the exotic sea Was there an aching flash of memory? I hope before that gallant heart was stilled You knew your life, though brief, had been fulfilled; Swiftly to die at love and life's full height Is worth perhaps early descent to night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 26 by JAMES JOYCE OPPOSITES by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VICTOR RAFOLSKI ON ART by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND |