Youth and Age<\/p>\n
Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying,
\nWhere Hope clung feeding, like a bee\u2014
\nBoth were mine! Life went a-maying
\nWith Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
\nWhen I was young! <\/p>\n
When I was young?\u2014Ah, woful When!
\nAh! for the change ‘twixt Now and Then!
\nThis breathing house not built with hands,
\nThis body that does me grievous wrong,
\nO’er aery cliffs and glittering sands,
\nHow lightly then it flashed along:\u2014
\nLike those trim skiffs, unknown of yore,
\nOn winding lakes and rivers wide,
\nThat ask no aid of sail or oar,
\nThat fear no spite of wind or tide!
\nNought cared this body for wind or weather
\nWhen Youth and I lived in’t together. <\/p>\n
Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
\nFriendship is a sheltering tree;
\nO! the joys, that came down shower-like,
\nOf Friendship, Love, and Liberty,
\nEre I was old!
\nEre I was old? Ah woful Ere,
\nWhich tells me, Youth’s no longer here!
\nO Youth! for years so many and sweet,
\n‘Tis known, that Thou and I were one,
\nI’ll think it but a fond conceit\u2014
\nIt cannot be that Thou art gone! <\/p>\n
Thy vesper-bell hath not yet toll’d:\u2014
\nAnd thou wert aye a masker bold!
\nWhat strange disguise hast now put on,
\nTo make believe, that thou are gone?
\nI see these locks in silvery slips,
\nThis drooping gait, this altered size:
\nBut Spring-tide blossoms on thy lips,
\nAnd tears take sunshine from thine eyes!
\nLife is but thought: so think I will
\nThat Youth and I are house-mates still. <\/p>\n
Dew-drops are the gems of morning,
\nBut the tears of mournful eve!
\nWhere no hope is, life’s a warning
\nThat only serves to make us grieve,
\nWhen we are old:
\nThat only serves to make us grieve
\nWith oft and tedious taking-leave,
\nLike some poor nigh-related guest,
\nThat may not rudely be dismist;
\nYet hath outstay’d his welcome while,
\nAnd tells the jest without the smile. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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