I am not old, — I cannot be old,
Though tottering, wrinkled, and gray ;
Though my eyes are dim, and my marrow is cold,
Call me not old today.
The Song of Seventy. - A Thousand Lines (1846)
I am not old, — I cannot be old,
Though tottering, wrinkled, and gray ;
Though my eyes are dim, and my marrow is cold,
Call me not old today.
The Song of Seventy. - A Thousand Lines (1846)