TIME AND ETERNITY
Then, if it have burrowed
Out of reach of skill,
Ring the tree and leave it, —
’T is the vermin’s will.
Out of reach of skill,
Ring the tree and leave it, —
’T is the vermin’s will.
XCVI
’TIS sunrise, little maid, hast thou
No station in the day?
’T was not thy wont to hinder so, —
Retrieve thine industry.
No station in the day?
’T was not thy wont to hinder so, —
Retrieve thine industry.
’T is noon, my little maid, alas!
And art thou sleeping yet ?
The lily waiting to be wed,
The bee, dost thou forget?
And art thou sleeping yet ?
The lily waiting to be wed,
The bee, dost thou forget?
My little maid, ’t is night; alas,
That night should be to thee
Instead of morning! Hadst thou broached
Thy little plan to me,
Dissuade thee if I could not, sweet,
I might have aided thee.
That night should be to thee
Instead of morning! Hadst thou broached
Thy little plan to me,
Dissuade thee if I could not, sweet,
I might have aided thee.
XCVII
EACH that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
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