Author Walter Savage Landor From Youth's bright wing the soonest fall The brightest feathers of them all: Few of the others that remain Are there without some darker stain; Youth, when at these old Age looks grim, Cries, " Who the devil cares for him? " Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments