Welcome, old friend! These many years 
Have we lived door by door; 
The fates have laid aside their shears 
Perhaps for some few more. 

I was indocile at an age 
When better boys were taught, 
But thou at length hast made me sage, 
If I am sage in aught. 

Little I know from other men, 
Too little they know from me, 
But thou hast pointed well the pen 
That writes these lines to thee. 

Thanks for expelling Fear and Hope, 
One vile, the other vain; 
One's scourge, the other's telescope, 
I shall not see again. 

Rather what lies before my feet 
My notice shall engage-- 
He who hath braved Youth's dizzy heat 
Dreads not the frost of Age. 

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Poet: Walter Savage Landor
Poem: To Age

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