Sunrise is in your eyes, and in your heart <br />The hope and bright desire of morn and May. <br />My eyes are full of shadow, and my part <br />Of life is yesterday. <br /> <br />Yet lend my hand your hand, and let us sit <br />And see your life unfolding like a scroll, <br />Rich with illuminated blazon, fit <br />For your arm-bearing soul. <br /> <br />My soul bears arms too, but the scroll's rolled tight, <br />Yet the one strip of faded brightness shown <br />Proclaims that when 'twas splendid in the light <br />Its blazon matched your own.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/age-to-youth/
