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!â?
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.â?
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!â?
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!â?
Old And Young
Francis William Bourdillon
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Poem topics: autumn, fairy, night, spring, time, bright, book, Valentine's Day, child, long, play, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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