Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 15, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Young and Old

by Charles Kingsley (1819 – 1875).

Young and Old

When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young blood must have its course, lad
And every dog his day.

When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down:
Creep home, and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among:
God grant you find one face there
You loved when all was young.

Notes:
http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/kingsley/ckbio.html
http://www2.bc.edu/~rappleb/kingsley/Kingsleylife.html


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