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David Mills (1831-1903)

I Feel I'm Growing Old


              1I feel I'm growing old, Mary,
              2     My heart is full of care,
              3Time makes his furrow on my brow,
              4     His snows are on my hair;
              5The brook still murmurs in the glen,
              6     That drives the creaking mill,
              7And though I take the upward way,
              8     I'm going down the hill.

              9I feel I'm growing old, Mary,
            10     But few now walk with me,
            11Or sit and talk where many met,
            12     Beneath the old beech tree.
            13A score of them have journey'd on,
            14     We linger still, you know,
            15But sure I am, the time is near,
            16     When we must rise and go.

            17I feel I'm growing old, Mary --
            18     Nay, do not wonder so --
            19This tree my father planted here
            20     Just sixty years ago.
            21I see the young look cold on me --
            22     O, well their thoughts I know --
            23"He mars our sports by ling'ring here;
            24     Why don't he up and go?"

            25I feel I'm growing old, Mary --
            26     The thoughts crowd on my brain,
            27Of those who long ago here met,
            28     Who ne'er will meet again.
            29Oh, they have journey'd down the hill,
            30     And disappeared from view,
            31And though we once were many here,
            32     To-day we are but few.

            33I feel I'm growing old, Mary,
            34     But few remember me,
            35Nor know the many songs we heard
            36     Beneath this spreading tree.
            37Our sun is sinking in the west,
            38     And few now care or know,
            39That still we hear a dear sweet voice,
            40     Come back from long ago.


Online text copyright © 2003, Ian Lancashire for the Department of English, University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: David Mills, Poems Written at Spare Moments (Ottawa, Ont.: Rolla L. Crain, 1901): 43-44. RCS.D3062.186 Cambridge University Library; B-10 8411 Fisher Rare Book Library
First publication date: 1901
RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition: 2002
Recent editing: 1:2002/12/22

Composition date: 7 August 1898
Form: octaves
Rhyme: abcbdefe


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