"LINGER," I cried, "O radiant Time! thy power Has nothing more to give; life is complete: Let but the perfect Present, hour by hour, Itself remember and itself repeat. "And Love, -- the future can but mar its splendor, Change can but dim the glory of its youth; Time has no star more faithful or more tender To crown its constancy or light its truth." But Time passed on in spite of prayer or pleading, Through storm and peril; but that life might gain A Peace through strife all other peace exceeding, Fresh joy from sorrow, and new hope from pain. And since Love lived when all save Love was dying, And, passed through fire, grew stronger than before: -- Dear, you know why, in double faith relying, I prize the Past much, but the Present more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN DISPRAISE OF THE MOON by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE EARL O' QUARTERDECK by GEORGE MACDONALD THE AUTHOR'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIMSELF by WALTER RALEIGH THE LOST PLEIAD by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS HASSAN'S MUSIC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SPANISH SPRING by JEAN D. ARMSTRONG |