Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE AGES, by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) Poet's Biography First Line: How swiftly pass a thousand years Last Line: Its course is fix'd, its end sublime. Subject(s): Time | ||||||||
HOW swiftly pass a thousand years! And lo! they all have flow'd away, And o'er the hardening earth appears Green pasture mix'd with rocks of gray And there huge monsters roll and feed, Each frame a mass of sullen life; Through slimy wastes and woods of reed They crawl and tramp, and blend in strife. How swiftly pass a thousand years! And o'er the wide and grassy plain, A human form the prospect cheers, The new-sprung lord of earth's domain. Half-clad in skins he builds the cell, Where wife and child create a home; To heaven he feels his spirit swell, And owns a might beyond the dome. How swiftly pass a thousand years! And lo! a city and a realm; Its weighty pile a temple rears, And walls are bright with sword and helm: Each man is lost amid a crowd; Each power unknown now bears a name And laws, and feasts, and songs are loud, And myriads hail their monarch's fame. How swiftly pass a thousand years! And now beside the rolling sea, Where many a sailor nimbly steers, The ready tribes are bold and free. The graceful shrine adorns the hill; The square of council spreads below; Their theatres a people fill, And list to thought's impassion'd flow. How swiftly pass a thousand years! We live amid a sterner land, Where laws ordain'd by ancient seers Have train'd the soul to self-command. There pride, and policy, and war, With haughty fronts are gazing slow, And bound at their trumphal car, O'ermaster'd kings to darkness go. How swiftly pass a thousand years! And chivalry and faith are strong; And through devotion's humble tears Is seen high help for earthly wrong: Fair gleams the cross with mystic light Beneath an arch of woven gloom, The burgher's pledge of civil right, The sign that marks the monarch's tomb. How swift the years! how great the chain That drags along our slight to-day! Before that sound returns again The present will have stream'd away; And all our world of busy strength Will dwell in calmer halls of time, And then with joy will own at length, Its course is fix'd, its end sublime. | 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 ALFRED THE HARPER by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) |
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