Henceforward shall our Time be plainly read - Down in the nave I catch the twofold beat Of those full-weighted moments overhead; And hark! the hour goes clanging down the street To the open plain! How sweet at eventide Will that clear music be to toil-worn men! Call them home, each to his own fire-side; How sweet the toll of all the hours till then! The cattle, too, the self-same sound shall hear, But they can never know the power it wields O'er human hearts, that labour, hope, and fear; Our village-clock means nought to steed or steer; The call of Time will share each twinkling ear With summer flies and voices from the fields! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MADRIGAL: 109 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS HOOD by BARTHOLOMEW SIMMONS THE ANGLER'S WISH by IZAAK WALTON SONNET TO THE DEBEN by BERNARD BARTON |