UNCESSANT minutes, whilst you move you tell The time that tells our life, which, though it run Never so fast or far, your new-begun Short steps shall overtake; for though life well May 'scape his own account, it shall not yours: You are Death's auditors, that both divide And sum whate'er that life inspir'd endures Past a beginning, and through you we bide The doom of Fate, whose unrecall'd decree You date, bring, execute; making what's new (Ill and good) old; for as we die in you, You die in Time, Time in Eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE WOOLWORTH TOWER by SARA TEASDALE LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY ODE FOR A SOCIAL MEETING, WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEETOTALER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE GIRL'S LAMENTATION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |