TIME is the root of all this earth; These creatures, who from Time had birth, Within his bosom at the end Shall sleep; Time hath nor enemy nor friend. All we in one long caravan Are journeying since the world began; We know not whither, but we know Time guideth at the front, and all must go. Like as the wind upon the field Bows every herb, and all must yield, So we beneath Time's passing breath Bow each in turn,—why tears for birth or death? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE AUTUMN SONG by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO THE DAISY (3) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE LIP AND THE HEART by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS ANOTHER WAY OF LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING TANNHAUSER; OR, THE BATTLE OF THE BARDS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |