William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth

Apr. 7, 1770 - Apr. 23, 1850

 

Sonnet

by William Wordsworth

To An Octogenarian

Affections lose their object; Time brings forth
No successors; and, lodged in memory,
If love exist no longer, it must die, --
Wanting accustomed food, must pass from earth,
Or never hope to reach a second birth.
This sad belief, the happiest that is left
To thousands, share not Thou; howe'er bereft,
Scorned, or neglected, fear not such a dearth.
Though poor and destitute of friends thou art,
Perhaps the sole survivor of thy race,
One to whom Heaven assigns that mournful part
The utmost solitude of age to face,
Still shall be left some corner of the heart
Where Love for living Thing can find a place.


Notes to the poem:

Written in 1846.
First published in 1850.

Source:

The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth
Copyright 1888
Thomas Y. Crowell & Co., New York