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Coleridge, David Hartley - Long time a child, and still a child, when years



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Bricks without Mortar – The Selected Poems of Hartley Coleridge

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


True love is still a child and then most true
When most it talks and does as children do

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Coleridge, David Hartley