I well remember how some threescore years And ten ago, a helpless babe, I toddled From chair to chair about my mother's chamber, Feeling, as 'twere, my way in the new world And foolishly afraid of, or, as 't might be, Foolishly pleased with, th' unknown objects round me. And now with stiffened joints I sit all day In one of those same chairs, as foolishly Hoping or fearing something from me hid Behind the thick, dark veil which I see hourly And minutely on every side round closing And from my view all objects shutting out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAND MCNALLY ATLAS by KAREN SWENSON TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW ONE LIFE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PER PACEM AD LUCEM by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE WASTE PLACES by JAMES STEPHENS SONNETS FOR NEW YORK CITY: 1. NEW YORK AT SUNRISE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |