1. HARK to the echo of Time's footsteps; gone Those moments are into the unseen grave Of ages. They have vanished nameless. None, While they are deep under the eddying wave Of the chaotic past, shall place a stone Sacred to these, the nurses of the brave, The mighty, and the good. Futurity Broods on the ocean, hatching 'neath her wing. Invisible to man, the century, That on its hundred feet, a sluggish thing Gnawing away the world, shall totter by And sweep dead mortals with it. As I sing, Time, the Colossus of the world, that strides With each foot plunged in darkness silent glides, 2. And puff's death's cloud upon us. It is vain To struggle with the tide; we all must sink Still grasping the thin air, with frantic pain Grappling with Fame to buoy us. Can we think Eternity, by whom swift Time is slain, And dragged along to dark destruction's brink, Shall be the echo of man's puny words? Or that our grovelling thoughts shall e'er be writ In never-fading stars? or like proud birds Undazzled in their cloud-built eyrie sit Clutching the lightning, or in darting herds Diving amid the sea's vast treasury flit? Sink, painted clay, back to thy parent earth, While the glad spirit seeks a brighter birth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMEMBERING NAT TURNER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN A HYMN TO CHRIST, AT THE AUTHOR'S LAST GOING INTO GERMANY by JOHN DONNE PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR] by ROBERT GREENE TOMORROW by FELIX LOPE DE VEGA CARPIO TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL |