On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year
Lines:40Movement:Romanticism
'T IS time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move:Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some Volcanic isle;No torch is kindled at its blaze-- A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the painAnd power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain. But 't is not _thus_--and 't is not _here_-- Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor nowWhere Glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. The Sword, the Banner, and the Field, Glory and Greece, around me see!The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece--she _is_ awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through _whom_Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake, And then strike home! Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood!--unto theeIndifferent should the smile or frown Of Beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, _why live_? The land of honourable deathIs here:--up to the Field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out--less often sought than found-- A soldier's grave, for thee the best;Then look around, and choose thy ground, And take thy Rest.