Richard Henry Stoddard
Richard Henry Stoddard Poems
- It Never Comes Again There are gains for all our ...
- The Flight Of The Arrow THE LIFE of man Is an arrow’s ...
- The Witch’s Whelp ALONG the shore the slimy brine-pits ...
- Oriental Songs THE DIVAN A LITTLE maid of Astrakan, An ...
- Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian O... 'Confusion now hath made his...
- An Old Song Reversed “THERE are gains for all our ...
- The Flight Of Youth THERE are gains for all our ...
Richard Henry Stoddard was an American critic and poet. He was born on July 2, 1825, in Hingham, Massachusetts. His father, a sea-captain, was wrecked and lost on one of his voyages while Richard was a child, and the lad went in 1835 to New York City with his mother, who had married again. He attended the public schools of that city. He became a blacksmith and later an iron moulder, reading much poetry at the same time. In 1849 he gave up his industrial trades and began to write for a living. He contributed to the Union Magazine, the Knickerbocker Magazine, Putnam's Monthly Magazine and the New York Evening Post. In 1853 Nathaniel Hawthorne helped him to secure the appointment of inspector ... more »
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It Never Comes Again
There are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain,
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.
We are stronger, and are better,
Under manhood's sterner reign;
Still we feel that something sweet
Followed youth, with flying feet,
And will never come again.
Something beautiful is vanished,
And we sigh for it in vain;
We behold it everywhere,
On the earth, and in the air,
But it never comes again.