Though mighty in Love's favor still,
Though cruel yet, my boy,
When the unwelcome dawn shall chill
Your pride and youthful joy,
The hair which round your shoulder grows
Is rudely cut away,
Your color, redder than the rose,
Is changed by youth's decay,--
Then, Ligurinus, in the glass
Another you will spy.
And as the shaggy face, alas!
You see, your grief will cry:
"Why in my youth could I not learn
The wisdom men enjoy?
Or why to men cannot return
The smooth cheeks of the boy?"
To Ligurinus I
Eugene Field
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Poem topics: I love you, away, grief, hair, joy, pride, rose, wisdom, face, return, enjoy, color, shoulder, glass, dawn, love, youth, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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