Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) By William Barnes |
 |
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
| XI. |
| XII. |
| XIII. |
| XIV. |
| XV. |
| XVI. |
| XVII. |
| XVIII. |
| XIX. |
| XX. |
| XXI. |
| XXII. |
| XXIII. |
| XXIV. |
| XXV. | SONNET XXV. THE PAST. |
| XXVI. |
| XXVII. |
| XXVIII. |
| XXIX. |
| XXX. |
| XXXI. |
 | Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) |  |
118
SONNET XXV. THE PAST.
Ye hours of calms so sweet and storms so rude,
How fast ye from my memory recede!
In truth of you I take but little heed;
As now o'er future years I fondly brood:
But yet it seemeth good in solitude
To think upon the yet-remember'd deed
And word of those we knew of old, and feed
On bygone incidents in thoughtful mood.
How fast ye from my memory recede!
In truth of you I take but little heed;
As now o'er future years I fondly brood:
But yet it seemeth good in solitude
To think upon the yet-remember'd deed
And word of those we knew of old, and feed
On bygone incidents in thoughtful mood.
And yet I would not end with idle thought;
But where I find an error in the past,
That error in the future let me mend:
But where I find an error in the past,
That error in the future let me mend:
So that my pilgrimage may thus be brought
Unto a good conclusion at the last,
When earthly deeds and days to me shall end.
Unto a good conclusion at the last,
When earthly deeds and days to me shall end.
| Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) | |