WHERE art thou gone, light-ankled Youth? <br />With wing at either shoulder, <br />And smile that never left thy mouth <br />Until the Hours grew colder: <br /> <br />Then somewhat seem’d to whisper near <br />That thou and I must part; <br />I doubted it; I felt no fear, <br />No weight upon the heart. <br /> <br />If aught befell it, Love was by <br />And roll’d it off again; <br />So, if there ever was a sigh, <br />’T was not a sigh of pain. <br /> <br />I may not call thee back; but thou <br />Returnest when the hand <br />Of gentle Sleep waves o’er my brow <br />His poppy-crested wand; <br /> <br />Then smiling eyes bend over mine, <br />Then lips once press’d invite; <br />But sleep hath given a silent sign, <br />And both, alas! take flight.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-youth-3/
