Mezzo Cammin


    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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