Day by day the threads of white Multiply, Oh! hour-glass! How passing swift your bright sands pass, Fain would I hold you, Linger, bide Until these surges shall subside, That sweep me forward unto bliss, Oh! charging sun, I bid you rest, Break not your arrow in my breast! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 15 by CONRAD AIKEN THE LAMB, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON MAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |