Oliver Wendell Holmes

(1809-1894 / United States)

Call Him Not Old, Whose Visionary Brain - Poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes

Call him not old, whose visionary brain
Holds o'er the past its undivided reign.
For him in vain the envious seasons roll
Who bears eternal summer in his soul.
If yet the minstrel's song, the poet's lay,
Spring with her birds, or children with their play,
Or maiden's smile, or heavenly dream of art
Stir the few life-drops creeping round his heart,—
Turn to the record where his years are told,—
Count his gray hairs,—they cannot make him old!

Topic(s) of this poem: visionary


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 1, 2015



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