Poems (Jordan)/Passing Moments
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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 stealing
Into those depths no human thought can sound!
Never stopping; never stopping—
Into the caves of Silence so profound;
How it sets my brain to reeling!—
Time is slowly, surely stealing
Into 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!
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 picking
The lock which holds its intervening door,
Of the house, where I, imprisoned,
Long for all my soul hath visioned
In shadows cast upon Earth's narrow floor!
Dreaming 'tis Life's finger picking
The lock which holds its intervening door,
Of the house, where I, imprisoned,
Long for all my soul hath visioned
In shadows cast upon Earth's narrow floor!