PANSIES. 
103 
YOUTH. 
To-night, beside the garden-gate ? 
Oh, what a while the night is coming ! 
I never saw the sun so late, 
Nor heard the bee at this time humming! 
I thought the flowers an hour ago 
Had closed their bells and sunk to rest: 
How slowly flies that hooded crow ! 
How light it is along the west! 
Said Time, “ He yet hath to be taught 
That I oft move too quick for thought.” 
MANHOOD. 
What thoughts would’st thou in me awaken ? 
Not love? for that brings only tears — 
Nor friendship? no, I was forsaken ! 
Pleasure I have not known for years : 
The future I would not foresee, 
I know too much from what is past, 
No happiness is there for me, 
And troubles ever come too fast. 
Said Time, “No comfort have I brought, 
The past to him’s one painful thought.” 
