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Jones Very (Джонс Вери)


Time


There is no moment but whose flight doth bring
Bright clouds and fluttering leaves to deck my bower;
And I within like some sweet bird must sing
To tell the story of the passing hour;
For time has secrets that no bird has sung,
Nor changing leaf with changing season told;
They wait the utterance of some nobler tongue
Like that which spoke in prophet tones of old;
Then day and night, and month and year shall tell
The tale that speaks but faint from bird and bough;
In spirit-songs their praise shall upward swell
Nor longer pass heaven's gate unheard as now,
But cause e'en angels' ears to catch the strain,
And send it back to earth in joy again. 



Jones Very's other poems:
  1. The Dead
  2. Faith
  3. The New Birth
  4. The Fair Morning
  5. The Clouded Morning


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Percy Shelley (Перси Шелли) Time ("Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years")
  • Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) Time ("TIME may ambition's nest destroy")

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