Poems (Jordan)/Passing Moments
PASSING MOMENTS
As I list their steady dropping,— Never stopping; never stopping—Into the caves of Silence so profound; How it sets my brain to reeling!— Time is slowly, surely stealingInto those depths no human thought can sound!
Thus they're falling, ever falling, With a steadiness appalling,—Blood-drops from out Time's wounded, pulsing breast,— Into all the living spaces Which Life 'twixt the moments traces,—Whose paths our spirit's feet alone have pressed!
So I list the clock's sad ticking, Dreaming 'tis Life's finger pickingThe lock which holds its intervening door, Of the house, where I, imprisoned, Long for all my soul hath visionedIn shadows cast upon Earth's narrow floor!