BE kind to her O Time. She is too much afraid of you Because yours is a land unknown, Wintry, dark and lone. 'Tis not for her To pass Boldly upon your roadless waste. Roads she loves, and the bright ringing Of quick heels, and clear singing. She is afraid Of Time, Forty to seventy sadly fearing ... O, all those unknown years, And these sly, stoat-like fears! Shake not on her Your snows, But on the rich, the proud, the wise Who have that to make them glow With warmth beneath the snow. If she grow old At last, Be it yet unknown to her; that she Not until her last prayer is prayed May whisper, "I am afraid!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TURNSTILE by WILLIAM BARNES GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE KNIGHT'S TOMB by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BOATMAN OF KINSALE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE ASSAULT HEROIC by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES COMPANY COMMANDER by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |