CHIDE, chide no more away The fleeting daughters of the day, Nor with impatient thoughts outrun The lazy sun, Or think the hours do move too slow; Delay is kind, And we too soon shall find That which we seek, yet fear to know. The mystic dark decrees Unfold not of the Destinies, Nor boldly seek to antedate The laws of Fate; Thy anxious search awhile forbear, Suppress thy haste, And know that Time at last Will crown thy hope or fix thy fear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALIFORNIA CITY LANDSCAPE by CARL SANDBURG HOLY CROSS DAY by ROBERT BROWNING CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 8. BRENNBAUM by EZRA POUND PROUD MAISIE, FR. THE HEART OF MIDLOTHIAN by WALTER SCOTT |