The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | ||
LOST ART
I
When I was young and light of heartI made sad songs with easy art:
Now I am sad, and no more young,
My sorrow cannot find a tongue.
II
Pray, Muses, since I may not singOf Death or any grievous thing,
Teach me some joyous strain, that I
May mock my youth's hypocrisy!
The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | ||