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.


by Edmund Gosse

Published in The Yellow Book (1894 – 1897)

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