Alice Alice Meynell

Here you will find the Poem Your Own Fair Youth of poet Alice Alice Meynell

Your Own Fair Youth

Your own fair youth, you care so little for it-- 
Smiling toward Heaven, you would not stay the advances 
Of time and change upon your hapiest fancies. 
I keep your golden hour, and will restore it. 
If ever, in time to come, you would explore it-- 
Your old self, whose thoughts went like last year's pansies, 
Look unto me; no mirror keeps its glances; 
In my unfailing praises now I store it.

To guard all joys of yours from Time's estranging, 
I shall then be a treasury where your gay, 
Happy, and pensive past unaltered is. 
I shall then be a garden charmed from changing, 
In which your June has never passed away. 
Walk there awhile among my memories.