At length my Friend (While Time, with still career, Wafts on his gentle wing his eightieth year) Sees his past days safe out of fortune's pow'r, Nor dreads approaching fate's uncertain hour; Reviews his life, and in the strict survey Finds not one moment he cou'd wish away, Pleas'd with the series of each happy day. Such, such a man extends his life's short space, And from the goal again renews the race; For he lives twice, who can at once employ The present well, and ev'n the past enjoy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KING'S THRESHOLD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE by EMILY DICKINSON FRENCH REVOLUTION; AS IT APPEARED TO ENTHUSIASTS AT ITS COMMENCEMENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH NO SECOND TROY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |