Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OLD AND YOUNG, by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON Poet's Biography First Line: Long ago, on a bright spring day Last Line: "I am too old, too old to play!" Subject(s): Old Age | ||||||||
LONG ago, on a bright spring day, I passed a little child at play; And as I passed, in childish glee She called to me, "Come and play with me!" But my eyes were fixed on a far-off height I was fain to climb before the night; So, half-impatient, I answered, "Nay! I am too old, too old to play." Long, long after, in Autumn time -- My limbs were grown too old to climb -- I passed a child on a pleasant lea, And I called to her, "Come and play with me!" But her eyes were fixed on a fairy-book; And scarce she lifted a wondering look, As with childish scorn she answered, "Nay! I am too old, too old to play!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT EIGHTY I CHANGE MY VIEW by DAVID IGNATOW FAWN'S FOSTER-MOTHER by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE DEER LAY DOWN THEIR BONES by ROBINSON JEFFERS OLD BLACK MEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A WINTER ODE TO THE OLD MEN OF LUMMUS PARK, / MIAMI, FLORIDA by DONALD JUSTICE AFTER A LINE BY JOHN PEALE BISHOP by DONALD JUSTICE TO HER BODY, AGAINST TIME by ROBERT KELLY SONG FROM A COUNTRY FAIR by LEONIE ADAMS LIGHT [AND LOVE] by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON |
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