Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE AGED INDIAN, by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Warriors! My noon of life is past Last Line: The mighty of departed time. Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea Subject(s): Old Age | ||||||||
WARRIORS! my noon of life is past, The brightness of my spirit flown; I crouch before the wintry blast, Amidst my tribe I dwell alone; The heroes of my youth are fled, They rest among the warlike dead. Ye slumbers of the narrow cave! My kindred-chiefs in days of yore, Ye fill an unremembered grave, Your fame, your deeds, are known no more, The records of your wars are gone, Your names forgot by all but one. Soon shall that one depart from earth, To join the brethren of his prime; Then will the memory of your birth Sleep with the hidden things of time, With him, ye sons of former days! Fades the last glimmering of your praise. His eyes, that hailed your spirits' flame, Still kindling in the combat's shock, Have seen, since darkness veiled your fame, Sons of the desert and the rock! Another and another race, Rise to the battle and the chase. Descendants of the mighty dead! Fearless of heart, and firm of hand! O! let me join their spirits fled, O! send me to their shadowy land. Age hath not tamed Ontara's heart, He shrinks not from the friendly dart. These feet no more can chase the deer, The glory of his arm is flown; -- Why should the feeble linger here, When all the pride of life is gone? Warriors! why still the stroke deny, Think ye Ontara fears to die? He feared not in his flower of days, When strong to stem the torrent's force, When through the desert's pathless maze, His way was an eagle's course! When war was sunshine to his sight, And the wild hurricane, delight? Shall then the warrior tremble now? Now when his envied strength is o'er? Hung on the pine his idle bow, His pirogue useless on the shore? When age hath dimmed his failing eye, Shall he, the joyless, fear to die? Sons of the brave! delay no more, The spirits of my kindred call; 'Tis but one pang, and all is o'er! Oh! bid the aged cedar fall! To join the brethren of his prime, The mighty of departed time. | 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 A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS |
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