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| Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman | ||
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[XVII. Roll on, sad world! not Mercury or Mars]
Roll on, sad world! not Mercury or MarsCould swifter speed, or slower, round the sun,
Than in this year of variance thou hast done
For me. Yet pain, fear, heart-break, woes, and wars
Have natural limit; from his dread eclipse
The swift sun hastens, and the night debars
The day, but to bring in the day more bright;
The flowers renew their odorous fellowships;
The moon runs round and round; the slow earth dips.
True to her poise, and lifts; the planet-stars
Roll and return from circle to ellipse;
The day is dull and soft, the eavetrough drips;
And yet I know the splendour of the light
Will break anon: look! where the gray is white!
| Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman | ||