O YOUTH, sweet comrade Youth, wouldst thou be gone?
Long have we dwelt together, thou and I;
Together drunk of many an alien dawn,
And plucked the fruit of many an alien sky.
Ah, fickle friend, must I, who yesterday
Dreamed forwards to long, undimmed ecstasy,
Henceforward dream, because thou wilt not stay,
Backward to transient pleasure and to thee?
I give thee back thy false, ephemeral vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my mournful eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
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Comments1Wow! This poem really left an impact on me. It's kind of like looking back at your younger self with a mix of nostalgia and regret... most of all a longing for the past. I felt it was very beautifully penned and the feelings were expressed so deeply and clearly. It’s what growing older feels like, I guess. Poetic indeed! Really enjoyed reading it.