Has sorrow thy young days shaded, <br />As clouds o'er the morning fleet? <br />Too fast have those young days faded <br />That, even in sorrow, were sweet? <br />Does Time with his cold wing wither <br />Each feeling that once was dear? -- <br />Then, child of misfortune, come hither, <br />I'll weep with thee, tear for tear. <br /> <br />Has love to that soul, so tender, <br />Been like our Lagenian mine, <br />Where sparkles of golden splendour <br />All over the surface shine -- <br />But, if in pursuit we go deeper, <br />Allured by the gleam that shone, <br />Ah! false as the dream of the sleeper, <br />Like Love, the bright ore is gone. <br /> <br />Has Hope, like the bird in the story, <br />That flitted from tree to tree <br />With the talisman's glittering glory -- <br />Has Hope been that bird to thee? <br />On branch after branch alighting, <br />The gem did she still display, <br />And, when nearest, and most inviting, <br />Then waft the fair gem away? <br /> <br />If thus the young hours have fleeted, <br />When sorrow itself look'd bright; <br />If thus the fair hope hath cheated, <br />That led thee along so light; <br />If thus the cold world now wither <br />Each feeling that once was dear -- <br />Come, child of misfortune, come hither, <br />I'll weep with thee, tear for tear.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/has-sorrow-thy-young-days-shaded/
