Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 170 14 Easy There is no length of days But yours, boys who were children once. Of old The Past beset you in your childish ways, With sense of Time untold. What have you then forgone? A history? This you had. Or memories? These, too, you had of your far-distant dawn. No further dawn seems his, The old man who shares with you, But has no more, no more. Time's mystery Did once for him the most that it can do; He has had infancy. And all his dreams, and all His loves for mighty Nature, sweet and few, Are but the dwindling past he can recall Of what his childhood knew. He counts not any more His brief, his present years. But O he knows How far apart the summers were of yore, How far apart the snows. Therefore be satisfied; Long life is in your treasury ere you fall; Yes, and first love, like Dante's. O a bride For ever mystical! Irrevocable good, -- You dead, and now about, so young, to die, -- Your childhood was; there Space, there Multitude, There dwelt Antiquity. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
The old man who shares with you, But has no more, no more. Time's mystery Did once for him the most that it can do; He has had infancy.
And all his dreams, and all His loves for mighty Nature, sweet and few, Are but the dwindling past he can recall Of what his childhood knew.
He counts not any more His brief, his present years. But O he knows How far apart the summers were of yore, How far apart the snows.
Therefore be satisfied; Long life is in your treasury ere you fall; Yes, and first love, like Dante's. O a bride For ever mystical!
Irrevocable good, -- You dead, and now about, so young, to die, -- Your childhood was; there Space, there Multitude, There dwelt Antiquity.
