THE SAME CONTINUED <br />O world, in very truth thou art too young, <br />They gave thee love who measured out thy skies, <br />And, when they found for thee another star, <br />Who made a festival and straightway hung <br />The jewel on thy neck. O merry world, <br />Hast thou forgot the glory of those eyes <br />Which first looked love in thine? Thou hast not furled <br />One banner of thy bridal car for them. <br />O world, in very truth thou art too young. <br />There was a voice which sang about thy Spring, <br />Till Winter froze the sweetness of his lips, <br />And lo, the worms had hardly left his tongue <br />Before thy nightingales were come again. <br />O world, what courage hast thou thus to sing? <br />Say, has thy merriment no secret pain <br />No sudden weariness that thou art young?<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iv-vita-nova-civ/
