Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume I. Of Home: of Friendship. 1904. | | | | Poems of Home: IV. Youth | | To Youth | | Walter Savage Landor (1775–1864) |
| | | WHERE art thou gone, light-ankled Youth? | |
| With wing at either shoulder, | |
| And smile that never left thy mouth | |
| Until the Hours grew colder: | |
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| Then some one seemed to whisper near | 5 |
| That thou and I must part; | |
| I doubted it; I felt no fear, | |
| No weight upon the heart. | |
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| If aught befell it, Love was by | |
| And rolled it off again; | 10 |
| So, if there ever was a sigh, | |
| ’T was not a sigh of pain. | |
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| I may not call thee back; but thou | |
| Returnest when the hand | |
| Of gentle Sleep waves o’er my brow | 15 |
| His poppy-crested wand; | |
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| Then smiling eyes bend over mine, | |
| Then lips once pressed invite; | |
| But sleep hath given a silent sign, | |
| And both, alas! take flight. | 20 | | | |
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