O joyous idler in the sun, In pity slacken here thy pace! A lad, whose course is nearly run, Is watching thee with wistful face. The glow of health upon thy cheek, The youthful ardor in thy gait, Appear to him, so frail and weak, The bitter irony of Fate. Thou art to him the vision fair Of all he once had hoped to be; What wonder, then, that in despair His longing glances follow thee? Let not the gulf too deep appear Between thy fortune and his own! Thou didst not see that falling tear, Nor hear his low, half-stifled moan. The pang of age compared with youth, Or hunger with the spendthrift's wealth, Gnaws not with such a cruel tooth As that of pain confronting health. Yet must the strong ship breast the wave, The wreck lie rotting on the shore; O hopes that perish in the grave! O youthful dreams that come no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ELEGY FOR AN ENEMY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MIDSUMMER BIRDS by ROBERT FROST SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |