Unthinking, idle, wild and young,
I laugh'd, and talk'd, and danced, and sung:
And proud of health, of freedom vain;
Dream'd not of sorrow, care, or pain;
Concluding, in those hours of glee,
That all the world was made for me.
But when the days of trial came,
When sickness shook this trembling frame,
What folly's gay pursuits were o'er,
And I could dance and sing no more,
It then occurred how sad 'twould be,
Were this world only made for me.
Notes
From: The Library of Choice Literature, Volume VIII (1882) by Gebbie & Co., Publishers (Philadelphia)
encyclopdia note: These sweet and simple lines are said to have been written by the Princess Amelia, daughter of George III
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Quite a sad poem, specially knowing she might have written it when she got sick.
It's short but does show so much and carries a lot of feelings.
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Possibly not written by Amelia, but it's interesting, and considering that her death hastened King George's madness, and with all the drama that ensued, it has some historical significance I think. Now I want to go rent the movie, "The Madness Of King George."
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