Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A DIALOGUE BETWIXT, TIME AND A PILGRIME, by AURELIAN TOWNSEND Poet's Biography First Line: Aged man, that mowes these fields Last Line: Together twists their threads, and yet draws hers the longer. Alternate Author Name(s): Townshend, Aurelian | ||||||||
Pilgrim: Aged man, that mowes these fields. Time: Pilgrim, speak; what is thy will? Pilgrim: Whose soil is this, that such sweet pasture yields? Or who art thou, whose foot stands never still? Or where am I? Time: In love. Pilgrim: His Lordship lies above. Time: Yes, and below, and round about Wherein all sorts of flowers are growing Which, as the early Spring puts out, Time falls as fast a-mowing. Pilgrim: If thou art Time, these flowers have lives, And then I fear Under some lily she I love May now be growing there. Time: And in some thistle or some spire of grass My scythe thy stalk before hers come may pass. Pilgrim: Wilt thou provide it may? Time: No. Pilgrim: Allege the cause. Time: Because Time cannot alter but obey Fate's laws. Chorus: Then happy those whom Fate, that is the stronger, Together twists their threads, and yet draws hers the longer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE LADY MAY by AURELIAN TOWNSEND YOUTH AND BEAUTY by AURELIAN TOWNSEND JANUARY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT SONNET: 46 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN FOR THAT HE LOOKED NOT UPON HER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by RICHARD BARNFIELD AND MAUN I STILL ON MENIE DOAT by ROBERT BURNS JANUARY TREASURE by LESTER CLARK |
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