Death, tho’ I see him not, is near
And grudges me my eightieth year.
Now, I would give him all these last
For one that fifty have run past.
Ah! he strikes all things, all alike,
But bargains: those he will not strike.
I am busy working to bring Walter Savage Landor's "Age" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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