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Mezzo Cammin

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow·1807–1882
Lines:14Movement:Romanticism
Half of my life is gone, and I have letThe years slip from me and have not fulfilledThe aspiration of my youth, to buildSome tower of song with lofty parapet.Not indolence, nor pleasure, nor the fretOf restless passions that 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 PastLying 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 blastThe cataract of Death far thundering from the heights.