The New Day: Sonnets By Thomas Gordon Hake: With a Portrait of the Author by Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Edited, with a Preface, by W. Earl Hodgson |
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XIV.
[The moments swell to hours, to days, and years]
The moments swell to hours, to days, and years:Each its own secret doom resigns to us.
Time's steps are but alternate hopes and fears:
They lodge with us the nightly incubus,
And, at the dawn, the dreamings for the day.
Be one hour slow, another swift of pace,
They tarry not a moment on the way,
Nor haste along as if to win a race.
But were not time on its straight passage kept,
As held, in harness, by the steady-handed,
'Twould seem a season when a year had crept—
Or else a season to a year expanded.
Let not lost time your precious youth ensnare,
And sudden age come on you unaware.
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