Poems By William Bell Scott. Ballads, Studies from Nature, Sonnets, etc. Illustrated by Seventeen Etchings by the Author and L. Alma Tadema |
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YOUTH AND AGE.
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YOUTH AND AGE.
Our night repast was ended: quietnessReturned again: the boys were in their books;
The old man slept, and by him slept his dog:
My thoughts were in the dream-land of to-morrow:
A knock is heard, anon the maid brings in
A black-sealed letter that some over-worked
Late messenger leaves. Each one looks round and scans,
But lifts it not, and I at last am told
To read it. ‘Died here at his house this day’—
Some well-known name not needful here to print,
Follows at length. Soon all return again
To their first stillness, but the old man coughs,
And cries, ‘Ah, he was always like the grave,
And still he was but young!’ while those who stand
On life's green threshold smile within themselves,
Thinking how very old he was to them,
And what long years, what memorable deeds,
Are theirs in prospect! Little care have they
What old man dies, what child is born, indeed;
Their day is coming, and their sun shall shine!
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