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In Age Post by :JayCapo1 Category :Poems Author :Edith Nesbit Date :August 2011 Read :3040

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In Age

The wine of life was rough and new,
But sweet beyond belief,
And wrong was false, and right was true -
The rose was in the leaf.

In that good sunlight well we knew
The hues of wrong and right;
We slept among the roses through
The long enchanted night.

Now to our eyes, made dim with years,
Right intertwines with wrong.
How can we hear, with these tired ears,
The old, the magic song?

But this we know--wine once was red,
Roses were red and dear;
Once in our ears the truths were said
That now the young men hear!

(The end)
Edith Nesbit's poem: In Age

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From The Portuguese From The Portuguese

From The Portuguese
IWhen I lived in the village of youthThere were lilies in all the orchards,Flowers in the orange-gardensFor brides to wear in their hair.It was always sunshine and summer,Roses at every lattice,Dreams in the eyes of maidens,Love in the eyes of men.When I lived in the village of youthThe doors, all the doors, stood open;We went in and out of them laughing,Laughing and calling each otherTo shew each other our fairings,The new shawl, the new comb, the new fan,The new rose, the new lover.Now I live in the town of ageWhere are no orchards, no gardens.Here, too, all the doors stand open,But

Age To Youth Age To Youth

Age To Youth
Sunrise is in your eyes, and in your heartThe hope and bright desire of morn and May.My eyes are full of shadow, and my partOf life is yesterday.Yet lend my hand your hand, and let us sitAnd see your life unfolding like a scroll,Rich with illuminated blazon, fitFor your arm-bearing soul.My soul bears arms too, but the scroll's rolled tight,Yet the one strip of faded brightness shownProclaims that when 'twas splendid in the lightIts blazon matched your own.(The end)Edith Nesbit's poem: Age To Youth