Mezzo Cammin

Mezzo Cammin by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Halfway through life, the speaker attributes an unfulfilled youthful ambition to write poetry to sorrow and consuming care, yet believes achievement remains possible. The speaker pictures the past as a twilight city below and death as a cataract thundering from the heights above.

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · Genre: Sonnet, Meditative Poetry · 173 words

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Half of my life is gone, and I have let / The years slip from me and have not fulfilled / The aspiration of my youth, to build / Some tower of song with lofty parapet. / Not indolence, nor pleasure, nor the fret / Of restless passions chat would not be stilled, / But sorrow, and a care that almost killed, / Kept me from what I may accomplish yet; / Though, half way up the hill, I see the Past / Lying beneath me with its sounds and sights, -- / A city in the twilight dim and vast, / With smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights. -- / And hear above me on the autumnal blast / The cataract of Death far thundering from the heights.

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midlife · poetic ambition · lost time · sorrow · mortality · sonnet

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