ON HIS HAVING ARRIVED AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-THREE
by: John Milton (1608-1674)
POEMS BY JOHN MILTON
- OW soon hath Time, the subtle
thief of youth,
- Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
- My hasting days fly on with full career,
- But my late spring no bud or blossow shew'th.
- Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth
- That I to manhood am arrived so near;
- And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
- That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
- Yet, be it less or more, or soon or slow,
- It shall be still in strictest measure even
- To that same lot, however mean or high,
- Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven.
- All is, if I have grace to use it so,
- As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.