Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DIAL, by THOMAS COLE (1801-1848) First Line: Gray hairs, unwelcome monitors, begin Last Line: And treads again the dim & dubious way. | ||||||||
Gray hairs, unwelcome monitors, begin To mingle with the locks that shade my brow And sadly warn me that I stand within That pale uncertain called the middle age. Upon the billows head which soon must bow I reel; and gaze into the depths where rage No more the wars 'twixt Time & Life as now, And gazing swift, descend towards that great Deep Whose secrets the Almighty One doth keep. I am as one on mighty errand bound Uncertain is the distance -- fixed the hour; He stops to gaze upon the Dial's round Trembling & earnest; when a rising cloud Casts its oblivious shadow & no more The gnomon tells what he would know and loud Thunders are heard & gathering tempests lower. Lamenting mispent time he hastes away And treads again the dim & dubious way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAGO MAGGIORE by THOMAS COLE (1801-1848) LINES SUGGESTED BY HEARING MUSIC ON THE BOSTON COMMON by THOMAS COLE (1801-1848) THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS NEW YORK AT NIGHT by AMY LOWELL PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: SPRING by THOMAS NASHE MON REPOS (MY MOTHER'S GIRLHOOD HOME) by ALFRED BARRETT |
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