1At six years old I had before mine eyes
2A picture painted, like the rainbow, bright,
3But far, far off in th' unapproachable distance.
4With all my childish heart I longed to reach it,
5And strove and strove the livelong day in vain,
6Advancing with slow step some few short yards
7But not perceptibly the distance lessening.
8At threescore years old, when almost within
9Grasp of my outstretched arms the selfsame picture
10With all its beauteous colors painted bright,
11I'm backward from it further borne each day
12By an invisible, compulsive force,
13Gradual but yet so steady, sure, and rapid,
14That at threescore and ten I'll from the picture
15Be even more distant than I was at six.
1At six years old I had before mine eyes
2A picture painted, like the rainbow, bright,
3But far, far off in th' unapproachable distance.
4With all my childish heart I longed to reach it,
5And strove and strove the livelong day in vain,
6Advancing with slow step some few short yards
7But not perceptibly the distance lessening.
8At threescore years old, when almost within
9Grasp of my outstretched arms the selfsame picture
10With all its beauteous colors painted bright,
11I'm backward from it further borne each day
12By an invisible, compulsive force,
13Gradual but yet so steady, sure, and rapid,
14That at threescore and ten I'll from the picture
15Be even more distant than I was at six.
At six years old I had before mine eyes
A picture painted, like the rainbow, bright,
But far, far off in th' unapproachable distance.
With all my childish heart I longed to reach it,
And strove and strove the livelong day in vain,
Advancing with slow step some few short yards
But not perceptibly the distance lessening.
At threescore years old, when almost within
Grasp of my outstretched arms the selfsame picture
With all its beauteous colors painted bright,
I'm backward from it further borne each day
By an invisible, compulsive force,
Gradual but yet so steady, sure, and rapid,
That at threescore and ten I'll from the picture
Be even more distant than I was at six.
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Henry's Poetry and Philosophy — Poet David Wheatley discusses Henry's neglected poetry and his views on religion.
The New Oxford Book of Victorian Verse — Check out the seminal 1987 anthology in which a handful of Henry's poems were published.
James Henry Biography — Learn more about the poet's life over at the Dictionary of Irish Biography.
Christopher Ricks on Henry — Literary critic Christopher Ricks talks about discovering Henry's work while compiling an anthology of Victorian poetry.