Читать книгу Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 5, November 1852 - Various - Страница 1

Oh! youth’s fond dreams, like eve ’ning skies,

  Are tinged with colours bright,

Their cloud-built halls and turrets rise

  In lines of ling’ ring light;

      Airy, fairy,

    In the beam they glow,

      As if they’d last

      Thro’ ev’ry blast

    That angry fate might blow;

But Time wears on with stealthy pace

  And robes of solemn grey.

And in the shadow of her face

  The glories fade away.

But not in vain the splendours die,

  For worlds before unseen

Rise on the forehead of the sky

  Unchanging and serene.

      Gleaming, – streaming,

    Thro’ the dark they shew

      Their lustrous forms

      Above the storms

    That rend our earth below.

So pass the visions of our youth

  In Time’s advancing shade;

Yet ever more the stars of Truth

  Shine brighter when they fade.