IN time we see the silver drops The craggy stones make soft; The slowest snail in time we see Doth creep and climb aloft. With feeble puffs the tallest pine In tract of time doth fall; The hardest heart in time doth yield To Venus' luring call. Where chilling frost alate did nip, There flasheth now a fire; Where deep disdain bred noisome hate, There kindleth now desire. Time causeth hope to have his hap: What care in time not eas'd? In time I loath'd that now I love, In both content and pleas'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 72. THE CHOICE (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A SONG OF PANAMA by ALFRED DAMON RUNYON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 43 by ALFRED TENNYSON |