THE lapse of time and rivers is the same, Both speed their journey with a restless stream; The silent pace with which they steal away, No wealth can bribe, no prayers persuade to stay; Alike irrevocable both when past, And a wide ocean swallows both at last. Though each resemble each in every part, A difference strikes at length the musing heart; Streams never flow in vain; where streams abound How laughs the land with various plenty crowned! But time, that should enrich the nobler mind, Neglected, leaves a dreary waste behind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE HAVE GONE THROUGH GREAT ROOMS TOGETHER by CARL SANDBURG THE POOR by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DEATH AND DOCTOR HORNBOOK; A TRUE STORY by ROBERT BURNS DISDAIN RETURNED by THOMAS CAREW THE MARIPOSA LILY by INA DONNA COOLBRITH TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT TOO SOON by ROBERT HERRICK THE GRANDMOTHER'S APOLOGY by ALFRED TENNYSON TO MICHAL: SONNETS AFTER MARRIAGE: 8. AFTER RONSARD by CHARLES WILLIAMS |