The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
 | I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
 | XI. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 | The Poetical Works of George Barlow |  |
XXX.
The years between seem nought:
Across the years towards boyhood now I go;
Again the blue waves flow
Of seas that shine in thought.
Across the years towards boyhood now I go;
Again the blue waves flow
Of seas that shine in thought.
My life's steps I retrace:
For four and forty years thou hast been with me—
It seems, now God has taken thee
But one brief moment's space.
For four and forty years thou hast been with me—
It seems, now God has taken thee
But one brief moment's space.
100
Thy day of death (O day of mist and tears!)
Looms from behind interminable years:
The day we gathered those white starlike flowers
Seems distant only a few short hours!
Looms from behind interminable years:
The day we gathered those white starlike flowers
Seems distant only a few short hours!
| The Poetical Works of George Barlow | |