Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TIME'S SONG, by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED


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First Line: O'er the level plains, where mountains greet me as I go
Last Line: Where will rest my weary wings?—science turns away!
Subject(s): Love; Singing & Singers; Time


O'er the level plains, where mountains greet me as I go,
O'er the desert waste, where fountains at my bidding flow,
On the boundless beam by day, on the cloud by night,
I am riding hence away! Who will chain my flight?

War his weary watch was keeping;—I have crushed his spear:
Grief within her bower was weeping;—I have dried her tear:
Pleasure caught a minute's hold;—then I hurried by,
Leaving all her banquet cold, and her goblet dry.

Power had won a throne of glory;—where is now his fame?
Genius said,—"I live in story";—who hath heard his name?
Love, beneath a myrtle bough, whispered,—"Why so fast?"
And the roses on his brow withered as I past.

I have heard the heifer lowing o'er the wild wave's bed;
I have seen the billow flowing where the cattle fed;
Where began my wanderings?—Memory will not say!
Where will rest my weary wings?—Science turns away!





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