Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE POET'S JOURNAL: YOUNG LOVE, by BAYARD TAYLOR Poet's Biography First Line: We are not old, we are not cold Last Line: Comes never, never, nevermore! Alternate Author Name(s): Taylor, James Bayard Subject(s): Hearts; Love; Passion; Tears; Youth | ||||||||
WE are not old, we are not cold, Our hearts are warm and tender yet, Our arms are eager to enfold More bounteous love than we have met. Still many another heart lays bare Its secret chamber to our eyes, Though dim with passion's lurid air, Or pure as morns of Paradise. They give the love, whose glory lifts Desilz beyond the realm of sense; They make us rich with lavish gifts, The wealth of noble confidence. We must be happy, must be proud, So crowned with human trust and truth; But ah! the love that first we vowed, The dear religion of our youth! Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of the spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart. O splendid sun that shone above! O green magnificence of Earth! Born once into that land of love, No life can know a second birth. Dear, boyish heart, that trembled so With bashful fear and fond unrest, -- More frightened than a dove, to know Another bird within its nest! Sharp thrills of doubt, wild hopes that came, Fond words addressed, -- each word a pang: Then -- hearts, baptized in heavenly flame, How like the morning stars ye sang! Love bound ye with his holiest link, The faith in each that ask no more, And led ye from the sacred brink Of mysteries he held in store. Love led ye, children, from the bowers Where Strength and Beauty find his crown: Ye were not ripe for mortal flowers; God's angel brought an amaranth down. Our eyes are dim with fruitless tears, Our eyes are dim, our hearts are sore: That lost religion of our years Comes never, never, nevermore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETWEEN THE WARS by ROBERT HASS THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES ALONG WITH YOUTH by ERNEST HEMINGWAY THE BLACK RIVIERA by MARK JARMAN BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR NATIONAL ODE; INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA by BAYARD TAYLOR |
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