Resistless time, they said, would break And temper the aloof and frigid Stillness she said; and time would take The pride too sure, the will too rigid. The hard gray grinding of each day, The fine attrition of each second, Cut and carved and smoothed away More than they had wished or reckoned, Leaving the unsuspected bright Core of her, gay with mocking pledges, This quick and dazzling lance of light, This burning blade with perilous edges. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |