Open, Time, and let him pass br Shortly where his feet would be! br Like a leaf at Michaelmas br Swooning from the tree, br br Ere its hour the manly mind br Trembles in a sure decrease, br Nor the body now can find br Any hold on peace. br br Take him, weak and overworn; br Fold about his dying dream br Boyhood, and the April morn, br And the rolling stream: br br Weather on a sunny ridge, br Showery weather, far from here; br Under some deep-ivied bridge, br Water rushing clear: br br Water quick to cross and part, br (Golden light on silver sound), br Weather that was next his heart br All the world around! br br Soon upon his vision break br These, in their remembered blue; br br He shall toil no more, but wake br Young, in air he knew. br br He has done with roofs and men. br Open, Time, and let him pass, br Vague and innocent again, br Into country grass.