 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
THE SUN-DIAL
On the sun-dial in the garden
The great sun keeps the time;
A faint, small moving shadow,
And we know the worlds are in rhyme:
The great sun keeps the time;
A faint, small moving shadow,
And we know the worlds are in rhyme:
And if once that shadow should falter
By the space of a child's eye-lash—
The seas would devour the mountains,
And the stars together crash.
By the space of a child's eye-lash—
The seas would devour the mountains,
And the stars together crash.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |