Old Age

Frederick Tennyson

5 June 1807 to 26 February 1898 (~91)

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Some folded up and drooping o'er the way,

Palely they show like spectres in his sight,

Cast their own light upon the world that moves

Scatters the burnished flowers a-dreaming there,

Old joys seem dead, old faces without joys;

Laughter is dead. There is no mirth in boys.

Lovely no more, disfurnished of delight,

As when into the garden paths by night

Some that stood queen-like in the morning light

Their odours spent, their colour changed to gray,

Around them, and receive it back again.

Fallen discrowned: so the low-burning loves

One bears a lamp, and with its sickly glare

That tremble in the hearts of aged men

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Cast their own light upon the world that moves

Around them, and receive it back again.

Old joys seem dead, old faces without joys;

Laughter is dead. There is no mirth in boys.

Section 2

As when into the garden paths by night

One bears a lamp, and with its sickly glare

Scatters the burnished flowers a-dreaming there,

Palely they show like spectres in his sight,

Lovely no more, disfurnished of delight,

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Some folded up and drooping o'er the way,

Their odours spent, their colour changed to gray,

Some that stood queen-like in the morning light

Fallen discrowned: so the low-burning loves

That tremble in the hearts of aged men

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Old Age

by Frederick Tennyson

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