“I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.”
“I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.”
Henry Austin Dobson
“I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.”
Henry Austin Dobson“What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!”
Henry Austin Dobson“Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.”
Henry Austin Dobson“Love comes unseen we only see it go. ”
Henry Austin Dobson“Time goes you say? Ah no! Alas Time stays we go.”
Henry Austin Dobson“Time goes, you say? Ah no!Alas, Time stays, we go;Or else, were this not so, What need to chain the hours,For Youth were always ours?Time goes, you say?-ah no!Ours is the eyes' deceitOf men whose flying feetLead through some landscape low; We pass, and think we seeThe earth's fixed surface flee:-Alas, Time stays,-we go!Once in the days of old,Your locks were curling gold,And mine had shamed the crow. Now, in the self-same stage,We've reached the silver age;Time goes, you say?-ah no!Once, when my voice was strong,I filled the woods with songTo praise your 'rose' and 'snow'; My bird, that sang, is dead;Where are your roses fled?Alas, Time stays,-we go!See, in what traversed ways,What backward Fate delaysThe hopes we used to know; Where are our old desires?-Ah, where those vanished fires?Time goes, you say?-ah no!How far, how far, O Sweet,The past behind our feetLies in the even-glow! Now, on the forward way,Let us fold hands, and pray;Alas, Time stays,-we go!”
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