SPRING in young hearts sets tenderness, In old hearts, memories; And who shall say what boon is less, Or happier who of these? With the glint, and song, and flower among The nests of love and laughter, Or with sigh, and scent of heart-blooms spent, And the haunting beauty after? Spring from young hearts reaps tenderness, From old hearts, memories. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC IT JUST SO HAPPENS by JAMES GALVIN WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LIVE AND HELP LIVE by EDWIN MARKHAM WITH BEST WISHES by DOROTHY PARKER HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND |