 | Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr |  |
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THE HOUR
What is the hour of the day?
O watchman, can you tell?
Hark! from the tower of Time
Strikes the alarum-bell!
O watchman, can you tell?
Hark! from the tower of Time
Strikes the alarum-bell!
The strokes I cannot count.
O watchman, can you see
On the misty dial-plate
What hours remain for me?
O watchman, can you see
On the misty dial-plate
What hours remain for me?
I know the rosy dawn
Faded—how long ago!—
Lost in the radiant depths
Of morning's golden glow.
Faded—how long ago!—
Lost in the radiant depths
Of morning's golden glow.
Then all the mountain tops
Stood breathless at high noon,
While earth for brief repose
Put off her sandal shoon.
Stood breathless at high noon,
While earth for brief repose
Put off her sandal shoon.
Now faster fly the hours—
The afternoon is here;
O watchman in the tower,
Tell me, is sunset near?
The afternoon is here;
O watchman in the tower,
Tell me, is sunset near?
Yet—why care I to know?—
Beyond the sunset bars
Upon the dead day wait
The brightest of the stars!
Beyond the sunset bars
Upon the dead day wait
The brightest of the stars!
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