Explore "Your Own Fair Youth" by Alice Meynell on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Your own fair youth, you care so little for it --
Smiling towards Heaven, you would not stay the advances
Of time and change upon your happiest 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 be then a treasury where your gay, / Happy, and pensive past unaltered is.
I shall be then a garden charmed from changing, / In which your June has never passed away.
Walk there awhile among my memories.