I saw Time sitting on a stool, Winding-winding Steadily my life-threads from the spool, I not minding; Dull monotony to me, For the end I could not see. I saw Time sitting on a stool, My stern master; Never deviating from the given rule, Though urged faster. Heard a whisper then, "For you Time, the winder's nearly through." I saw Time raise a warning hand, Still not slowing, Pointing to the end so I'd understand Its swift going. Then my conscience pled, "Make haste, For your threads are going to waste." I saw Time hold the tangled mass, Once untreasured, Snarled and useless to me now—alas, Never measured; But its later strands I caught, And a thing of beauty wrought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GONE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE RAILROAD RHYME by JOHN GODFREY SAXE SEVEN HONEST MEN by MARTIN BENSON PSALM 61 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE ANSWER OF BOSTON by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: CHICAGO by BERTON BRALEY |