The Dial faced the summer sun, The garden blossomed all around; If happiness could bless a scene I felt that here was holy ground; Afar I heard the chime of bells, And caught a glimpse of gleaming towers, And all the while the Dial sang, Until the dell with echoes rang, "I only count the shining hours." And as the years go fleeting by, And locks of brown are flecked with grey, And shadows loom across the rim Of what was once a perfect day, There swings a cadence through my brain, A cadence born of sun and flowers, When all the dell enchanted rang With that dear song the Dial sang: "I only count the shining hours." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PRAIRIE MUSIC by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER NEVERNESS, OR THE ONE SHIP BEACHED ON ONE FAR DISTANT SHORE by MARGARET AVISON A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 34 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CORONATION ODE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT JOB THE WHITE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN PORTBURY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: TO MIGNONNE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |