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Poem
December 6, 1894
The Republican
Oakland, Garrett County, Maryland
What is this article about?
A poem reflecting on the surprise of old age revealed by a photograph, the initial aversion to its signs, and eventual acceptance that life still holds enthralling joys despite graying hair.
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Yet I Am Old.
I never knew that I was old-
Like truth in dreams that truth ne'er seemed-
Until the honest "photo" told
Me I was old!
As children turn from ghostly dark
As our hearts chill at barbarous tales.
We will not look, we will not hark,
Our age to mock!
We know our hope has broken wing
We know we shall not miss the world:
But all is nothing to the sting
The old lines bring
Yet, after all, when once we bow
Submissive to the iron fact.
We find that life can, even now,
Enthrall, somehow
Eyes that are kind o'erlook the gray
That shimmers on our whitening head;
Kisses from lips we love delay
Joys but a day
-Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, in Ladies' Home Journal.
I never knew that I was old-
Like truth in dreams that truth ne'er seemed-
Until the honest "photo" told
Me I was old!
As children turn from ghostly dark
As our hearts chill at barbarous tales.
We will not look, we will not hark,
Our age to mock!
We know our hope has broken wing
We know we shall not miss the world:
But all is nothing to the sting
The old lines bring
Yet, after all, when once we bow
Submissive to the iron fact.
We find that life can, even now,
Enthrall, somehow
Eyes that are kind o'erlook the gray
That shimmers on our whitening head;
Kisses from lips we love delay
Joys but a day
-Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, in Ladies' Home Journal.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Old Age
Photograph
Aging Reflection
Acceptance
Life Joys
What entities or persons were involved?
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, In Ladies' Home Journal.
Poem Details
Title
Yet I Am Old.
Author
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, In Ladies' Home Journal.
Subject
On Discovering Old Age
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
I Never Knew That I Was Old
Like Truth In Dreams That Truth Ne'er Seemed
Until The Honest "Photo" Told
Me I Was Old!
Yet, After All, When Once We Bow
Submissive To The Iron Fact.
We Find That Life Can, Even Now,
Enthrall, Somehow