O sacred Time! forever lost On rapid wings Of wasted days and careless years. All tender things, Thy proffered joys and truths have crossed The stream of youthful arts, while tears Now drip upon the cheeks of age By Fate assigned. With waves of woes and crests of rage, Despair's ensigns Are sicklied o'er by memories bright, Then dashed, confined By Hopelessness to night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALMANACH DU PRINTEMPS VIVAROIS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW MATE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |