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...THE DADDY STRAIN by KAREN SWENSON A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY THE BABYLONIAN HORDES by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: DEDICATORY SONNET by EDMUND SPENSER UNDERSTANDING by NIXON WATERMAN BILL SWEENY OF THE BLACK GANG by JAMES BARNES |