REMAIN, ah not in youth alone,
Though youth, where you are, long will stay,
But when my summer days are gone,
And my autumnal haste away.
Can I be always by your side?
No; but the hours you can, you must,
Nor rise at Deaths approaching stride,
Nor go when dust is gone to dust.
The Appeal
written byWalter Savage Landor
© Walter Savage Landor