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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. | 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) VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN EPISTLE TO MR. MURRAY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EPITAPH: FOR A LADY I KNOW by COUNTEE CULLEN HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?' by FRANCIS BRET HARTE LINES ON THE MONUMENT OF GIUSEPPE MAZZINI by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ANTIQUE JEWELER by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER |
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