The Paradox Of Time
Timo goes, you Bay? - Ah do! Alas, timo staya - we go ; Or clse, were this not so, W'bat net'd to chain tlie houru, For youth were alwayB ours ? Time goes, you say ? - Aii no ! Onva ia thc eyes' deceit Of mon whose flying feet Lead through some laudscapc.low.; We pass, flnd think wo see The earth's íixed surfaco floe; Ala?, time stays- we go ! Once, ín tbe days of oíd, Your locks were curling gold, And mine had shanied the crow]; Now in the self -sanie stage, We' ve reaehed the silver age ; Time goes, you t-ay?- Ah no! Once when my voice wa strong, I tílled the woods with song. To praiee your " rose " and " snow ; My bird, that sung, íb doad ; Wherc are your roses fled? AlaB, time stays- we go! 806, in what traversed ways, What uackward fato delayá The hopes we used to know ; Wliere are our oíd desirea - AU, where thofe vanisbed fires? Time roop, you say Y - Abno! How far, how lar, O Swect, The past behind out feet Lies in the even-glow! Now, ou tbe forward way, Let 6 fold hands and pray ; Alan, time E-tayfl - wego!
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