Almost an age thou hast surviv'd:
Some who their day had scarce begun.
Others beneath their noon-tide sun—
Time's deepest lines engrave thy brow,
And dost thou hesitate to go?
Idiot, what warning would'st thou have?
One foot already in the grave:
Sight, hearing, feeling, day by day,
Sunk gradual in a long decay.
I blame myself for my neglect;