George Gordon Byron - To Time

George Gordon Byron - To Time

Time! on whose arbitrary wing br The varying hours must flag or fly, br Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, br But drag or drive us on to die--- br Hail thou! who on my birth bestowed br Those boons to all that know thee known; br Yet better I sustain thy load, br For now I bear the weight alone. br I would not one fond heart should share br The bitter moments thou hast given; br And pardon thee---since thou couldst spare br All that I loved, to peace or Heaven. br To them be joy or rest---on me br Thy future ills shall press in vain; br I nothing owe but years to thee, br A debt already paid in pain. br Yet even that pain was some relief; br It felt, but still forgot thy power: br The active agony of grief br Retards, but never counts the hour. br In joy I've sighed to think thy flight br Would soon subside from swift to slow; br Thy cloud could overcast the light, br But could not add a night to Woe; br For then, however drear and dark, br My soul was suited to thy sky; br One star alone shot forth a spark br To prove thee---not Eternity. br That beam hath sunk---and now thou art br A blank---a thing to count and curse br Through each dull tedious trifling part, br Which all regret, yet all rehearse. br One scene even thou canst not deform--- br The limit of thy sloth or speed br When future wanderers bear the storm br Which we shall sleep too sound to heed. br And I can smile to think how weak br Thine efforts shortly shall be shown, br When all the vengeance thou canst wreak br Must fall upon---a nameless stone.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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