Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked elipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME by PATRICK SARSFIELD GILMORE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: FIDDLER JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 3. AR-RAHEEM by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 19. THE HEART, LOVE'S BUTT by PHILIP AYRES BEWILDERMENT by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by MATHILDE BLIND INTO THE SALIENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |