Long time a child, and still a child
Hartley Coleridge
1796 to 1849
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Time is my debtor for my years untold.
For I have lost the race I never ran:
No hope I needed, and I knew no fears.
The vanguard of my age, with all arrears
Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I,—
But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking,
A rathe December blights my lagging May;
Long time a child, and still a child, when years
A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears,
I waked to sleep no more, at once o'ertaking
And still I am a child, tho' I be old,
Of duty on my back. Nor child, nor man,
For yet I lived like one not born to die;
Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is grey,