Some of you asked for this as I mentioned it:<\/p>\n
LOVE AND AGE<\/p>\n
I play’d with you ‘mid cowslips blowing,
\nWhen I was six and you were four;
\nWhen garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,
\nWere pleasures soon to please no more.
\nThrough groves and meads, o’er grass and heather,
\nWith little playmates, to and fro,
\nWe wander’d hand in hand together;
\nBut that was sixty years ago.<\/p>\n
You grew a lovely roseate maiden,
\nAnd still our early love was strong;
\nStill with no care our days were laden,
\nThey glided joyously along;
\nAnd I did love you very dearly,
\nHow dearly words want power to show;
\nI thought your heart was touch’d as nearly;
\nBut that was fifty years ago.<\/p>\n
Then other lovers came around you,
\nYour beauty grew from year to year,
\nAnd many a splendid circle found you
\nThe centre of its glimmering sphere.
\nI saw you then, first vows forsaking,
\nOn rank and wealth your hand bestow;
\nO, then I thought my heart was breaking!–
\nBut that was forty years ago.<\/p>\n
And I lived on, to wed another:
\nNo cause she gave me to repine;
\nAnd when I heard you were a mother,
\nI did not wish the children mine.
\nMy own young flock, in fair progression,
\nMade up a pleasant Christmas row:
\nMy joy in them was past expression;
\nBut that was thirty years ago.<\/p>\n
You grew a matron plump and comely,
\nYou dwelt in fashion’s brightest blaze;
\nMy earthly lot was far more homely;
\nBut I too had my festal days.
\nNo merrier eyes have ever glisten’d
\nAround the hearth-stone’s wintry glow,
\nThan when my youngest child was christen’d;
\nBut that was twenty years ago.<\/p>\n
Time pass’d. My eldest girl was married,
\nAnd I am now a grandsire gray;
\nOne pet of four years old I’ve carried
\nAmong the wild-flower’d meads to play.
\nIn our old fields of childish pleasure,
\nWhere now, as then, the cowslips blow,
\nShe fills her basket’s ample measure;
\nAnd that is not ten years ago.<\/p>\n
But though first love’s impassion’d blindness
\nHas pass’d away in colder light,
\nI still have thought of you with kindness,
\nAnd shall do, till our last good-night.
\nThe ever-rolling silent hours
\nWill bring a time we shall not know,
\nWhen our young days of gathering flowers
\nWill be an hundred years ago.<\/p>\n
Thomas Love Peacock<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Some of you asked for this as I mentioned it: LOVE AND AGE I play’d with you ‘mid cowslips blowing, When I was six and you were four; When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing, Were pleasures soon to please no more. Through groves and meads, o’er grass and heather, With little playmates, to and fro, We…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[726],"class_list":["post-641","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daily","tag-thomas-love-peacock"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/641","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=641"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/641\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=641"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=641"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=641"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}