What Is Time?
Dublin Core
Title
What Is Time?
Description
What is time? A passing shadow,
Phantom-like on mystic wings;
Fleeting through a world of wonder,O'er our life a veil it flings.
Deep, too deep for minds to fathom.Boundary line 'twixt life and death:
Here to-day and gone to-morrow,Feeding on our mortal breath.
If we thought it o'er and o'er,
Yet no nearer to decision,Than we were in days before
Time's a problem. Men of wisdomSail upon its tide in doubt,
As the ship of life glides gentlyOn Time's bosom all afloat.
All pass on in mystic awe,
As the wand of ages points usTo that far unfading shore.
As we stand in silence gazing,Shadows pass in endless train,
'Tis the host that Time has gathered;On we travel - not in vain.
We shall rest from toll and care
Sorrows past are gone forever,Only joy shall enter there.
In a land of changes never,[?] celestial clime,
No more need to ask the questions, -What is Time? O! What is Time?
Creator
F.A. Parker, Hamilton, Bermuda
Source
3:50, p. 2
Date
1890.09.06
Collection
Citation
F.A. Parker, Hamilton, Bermuda, “What Is Time?,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 7, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/476.
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