Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE DANCE OF THE HOURS, by CLINTON SCOLLARD


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THE DANCE OF THE HOURS, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: We are the hours of dawn; ah, featly, featly
Last Line: Do we complete the measure of the hours!
Subject(s): Day; Time


WE are the hours of dawn; ah, featly, featly,
We foot it to the music of the sun!
Ever before us, rapturously, fleetly,
Hand linked in hand the nimble moments run.

We are the hours of noon; ah, lightly, lightly,
We tread as to some throbbing golden chord!
Not with more graceful motion, nor more sprightly,
Flit butterflies above the summer sward.

We are the hours of eve; ah, slowly, slowly,
We move as seem the rhythmic spheres to sway!
The violet light about our path is holy,
As round the urn of beauty passed away.

We are the hours of night, the fair, the stately,
Who wear the stars as maidens woven flowers;
How quietly, serenely and sedately
Do we complete the measure of the hours!





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