Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, YOUTH AND AGE, by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE


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First Line: Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying
Last Line: And tells the jest without the smile.
Subject(s): Friendship; Old Age; Youth


VERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee --
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young!
When I was young? -- Ah, woful when!
Ah! for the change 'twixt Now and Then!
This breathing house not built with hands,
This body that does me grievous wrong,
O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands
How lightly then it flashed along:
Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore,
On winding lakes and rivers wide,
That ask no aid of sail or oar,
That fear no spite of wind or tide!
Nought cared this body for wind or weather
When Youth and I lived in 't together.
Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
Friendship is a sheltering tree;
O! the joys, that came down shower-like;
Of friendship, Love, and Liberty,
Ere I was old!
Ere was I old? Ah woeful ere,
Which tells me, Youth's no longer here!
O Youth! for years so many and sweet,
'Tis but known, that Thou and I were one,
I'll think it but a fond conceit -
It cannot be that Thou art gone!
Thy vesper-bell hath not yet tolled: -
And thou wert aye a master bold!
What strange disguise hast now put on,
To make believe, that thou art gone?
I see these locks in silvery slips,
This drooping gait, this altered size:
But Spring-tide blossoms on thy lips,
And tears take sunshine from thine eyes!
Life is but thought: so think I will
That Youth and I are house-mates still.
Dew-drops are the gems of morning,
But the tears of mournful eve!
Where no hope is, life's a warning
That only serves to make us grieve,
When we are old:
That only serves to make us grieve
Wift oft and tedious taking-leave,
Like some poor nigh-related guest,
That may not rudely be dismist;
Yet hath outstayed his welcome while,
And tells the jest without the smile.




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