Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ETERNITY, by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The year has run Last Line: And he who does inhabit thee. Alternate Author Name(s): Aikin, Anna Letitia Subject(s): Time | ||||||||
. . . . . . The year has run Its round of seasons, has fulfilled its course, Absolved its destined period, and is borne, Silent and swift, to that devouring gulf, Their womb and grave, where seasons, months and years, Revolving periods of uncounted time, All merge, and are forgotten. -- Thou alone, In thy deep bosom burying all the past, Still art; and still from thine exhaustless store New periods spring, Eternity. -- Thy name Or glad, or fearful, we pronounce, as thoughts Wandering in darkness shape thee. Thou strange being, Which art and must be, yet which contradict'st All sense, all reasoning, -- thou, who never wast Less than thyself, and who still art thyself Entire, though the deep draught which Time has taken Equals thy present store -- No line can reach To thy unfathomed depths. The reasoning sage Who can dissect a sunbeam, count the stars, And measure distant worlds, is here a child, And, humbled, drops his calculating pen. On and still onward flows the ceaseless tide, And wrecks of empires and of worlds are borne Like atoms on its bosom. -- Still thou art And he who does inhabit thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |
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