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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Long time a child, and still a child, when years Last Line: Time is my debtor for my years untold. Alternate Author Name(s): Coleridge, Hartley | |||
Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I; For yet I lived like one not born to die; A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears, But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once o'ertaking The vanguard of my age, with all arrears Of duty on my back. Nor child, nor man Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is grey, For I have lost the race I never ran, A rathe December blights my lagging May; And still I am a child, tho' I be old, Time is my debtor for my years untold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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