Page:The Yellow Book - 05.djvu/129

This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.

The Ring of Life

By Edmund Gosse

We trod the bleak ridge, to and fro, Grave forty, gay fourteen; The yellow larks in Heaven's blue glow Like twinkling stars were seen, And pink-flower'd larches, fring'd below, Were fabulously green.
And, as I watched my restless son Leap over gorse and briar, And felt his golden nature run With April sap and fire, Methought another madpate spun Beside another sire.
Sudden, the thirty years wing by, Shot, like a curtain's rings; My father treads the ridge, and I The boy that leaps and flings; While eyes that in the churchyard lie, Seem smiling tenderest things.
This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.