Monday, April 18, 2016

The Poet: Henry Austin Dobson, “The Paradox Of Time”

“The Paradox Of Time”

"Time goes, you say? Ah no! 
Alas, Time stays, we go; 
Or else, were this not so, 
What need to chain the hours, 
For Youth were always ours? 
Time goes, you say?- ah no! 

Ours is the eyes' deceit 
Of men whose flying feet 
Lead through some landscape low; 
We pass, and think we see 
The earth's fixed surface flee- 
Alas, Time stays,- we go! 

Once in the days of old, 
Your locks were curling gold, 
And mine had shamed the crow. 
Now, in the self-same stage, 
We've reached the silver age; 
Time goes, you say?- ah no! 

Once, when my voice was strong, 
I filled the woods with song 
To praise your 'rose' and 'snow'; 
My bird, that sang, is dead; 
Where are your roses fled? 
Alas, Time stays,- we go! 

See, in what traversed ways, 
What backward Fate delays 
The hopes we used to know; 
Where are our old desires? 
Ah, where those vanished fires? 
Time goes, you say?- ah no! 

How far, how far, O Sweet, 
The past behind our feet 
Lies in the even-glow! 
Now, on the forward way, 
Let us fold hands, and pray; 
Alas, Time stays,- we go!"

- Henry Austin Dobson 

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