AH me! — the moments will not stay! Another year has rolled away; And June (the second) scores the line That tells me I am Thirty-nine! As thus I haste the mile-stones by, I mark the numbers with a sigh; And yet 't is idle to repine I've come so soon to Thirty-nine! O, few that roam this world of ours, To feel its thorns and pluck its flowers, Have trod a brighter path than mine From blithe thirteen to Thirty-nine! Health, home, and friends, (life's solid part,) A merry laugh, a fresh, young heart, Poetic dreams, and love divine — Have I not @3these@1 at Thirty-nine? O Time! — forego thy wonted spite, And lay thy future lashes light, And, trust me, I will not repine At twice the count of Thirty-nine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (1) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SORROW by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE LANCER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE FISH, THE MAN, AND THE SPIRIT (COMPLETE) by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT |