Coleridge, in this poem, makes a contrast between youth and old age. For the youth it is difficult to imagine old age and the sense of loss. Coleridge’s imaginative power captures not only the joy of youth but also the helplessness of old age. The poet imagines that he has become old. He looks back. He remembers that in his youth, he had all the blessings one can wish for. He was strong and active. He could climb a high peak as easily as he could run a sandy beach. He had friends who stood by him. His heart was full of love and joy and liberty. He could write poetry and enjoy the company of nature. Life was an everlasting spring. All this is gone now. His body has becomes weak and old. His hair are silver white. The youth has gone. Then he wonders whether his youth has really departed or it has disguised itself in old age. He cannot reconcile to the fact that youth like spring does not last for ever. He consoles himself by saying that life is nothing but thought. As long as he can think and recollect his youth, he is young. Old age does not necessarily mean the loss of youth. It is the loss of hope and imagination that makes on old. Where no hope is life is a warning. That only serve to make us grieve. When we are old.View more random threads:
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