Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON GROWING OLD, by JOHN MASEFIELD Recitation Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Be with me, beauty, for the fire is dying Last Line: Even the night will blossom as the rose. Alternate Author Name(s): Masefield, John Edward Subject(s): Aging | ||||||||
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying, My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, whose young passion sets the spendthrift flying, Is soon too lame to march, too cold for loving. I take the book and gather to the fire, Turning old yellow leaves; minute by minute, The clock ticks to my heart; a withered wire Moves a thin ghost of music in the spinet. I cannot sail your seas, I cannot wander Your cornland, nor your hill-land nor your valleys, Ever again, nor share the battle yonder Where the young knight the broken squadron rallies. Only stay quiet while my mind remembers The beauty of fire from the beauty of embers. Beauty, have pity, for the strong have power, The rich their wealth, the beautiful their grace, Summer of man its sunlight and its flower, Spring time of man all April is a face. Only, as in the jostling in the Strand, Where the mob thrusts or loiters or is loud, The beggar with the saucer in his hand Asks only a penny from the passing crowd, So, from this glittering world with all its fashion, Its fire and play of men, its stir, to march, Let me have wisdom, Beauty, wisdom and passion, Bread to the soul, rain where the summers parch. Give me but these, and though the darkness close Even the night will blossom as the rose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE GENTLE POET KOBAYASHI ISSA by ROBERT HASS MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND AMOROSA AND COMPANY by CONRAD AIKEN GRAY WEATHER by ROBINSON JEFFERS FROM THE SPANISH by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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