HOW silently the years, in long procession, Come gliding down the corridors of Time to us! O quietly they come and take possession Of our dear youth, and weigh us with oppression; How great they seem, and how sublime to us! How softly Love into the heart comes creeping! How wonderfully low is her command to us! She wakes the soul that erstwhile lay a-sleeping, She dries the eyes that were but lately weeping, Revealing all her Promised Land to us. And Death! O with a velvet tread she finds us, And teaches us her awful lore and mystery; Like sheaves of wheat are we what time she binds us, And in a little sheet of whiteness winds us -- And this is all of our poor history! O we who loudly cry our names in chorus Across the mighty years, shall sooner, later, Go humbly back upon the tide that bore us To this brief life, as men have gone before us, Softly to God, silent to our Creator! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONCE BY THE PACIFIC by ROBERT FROST SONNET: 109 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MOVING ROCKS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE MOTHER-FAITH by EVERARD JACK APPLETON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 13 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON |