LONG ago, on a bright spring day, I passed a little child at play; And as I passed, in childish glee She called to me, "Come and play with me!" But my eyes were fixed on a far-off height I was fain to climb before the night; So, half-impatient, I answered, "Nay! I am too old, too old to play." Long, long after, in Autumn time -- My limbs were grown too old to climb -- I passed a child on a pleasant lea, And I called to her, "Come and play with me!" But her eyes were fixed on a fairy-book; And scarce she lifted a wondering look, As with childish scorn she answered, "Nay! I am too old, too old to play!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXPLICATION OF AN IMAGINARY TEXT by JAMES GALVIN GROWN-UP by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY LOVE'S BREATH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON AGAINST WOMEN UNCONSTANT by GEOFFREY CHAUCER BACHIN' by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. |