Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SOLILOQUY, by ANN YEARSLEY First Line: How patiently toils on this little watch Last Line: With us, the life of man is but a day. Alternate Author Name(s): Cromartie, Ann Subject(s): Authors And Authorship; Time | ||||||||
Begun from the circumstance of the moment, and prolonged as the images of memory arose in the mind of the author, February 27, 1795 Author to her son. Go you to bed, my boy. Son. Do you write to-night? Author. I do. Son (laying his watch on the table). See, how late! Author. No matterYou can sleep. How patiently toils on this little watch! My veins beat to its motion. Ye who sing Of atoms, rest, and motion, say, why Time Sets in this toy a larum to my heart. O sacred Time! thy moment goes not down But I go with it! Sixty coming hours Are with us poor expectants of more price Than sixty years sunk to oblivion. Rise, Dear Memory, silent fascinating pow'r, Hated by many: I will be thy slave, Thy willing slave. Then lead thy shadows round, Forever sacred to my pensive mind. Instructive Spirit, hail! For thee I call Mild Contemplation, from the barren rock Where mourns the ship-wreck'd mariner, to trim My midnight lamp. Hail, much rever'd in death! Thou knew'st to chart the moral world, and bend The springs of thought to wisdom: thou wert wont In life to smile, when wilder than the bard On Cambria's height I struck the lyre: my sigh, Made harsh and inharmonious by despair, Thou taught'st to break with melody. This hour, Led on by Contemplation, I behold Thine eyes that beam'd benevolence, thy heart Once rich with fine regard. Ah me! that heart 'Mid this inhospitable scene was mine! Couldst thou declare how long the storms of fate Shall beat around me, when I may repose, Or be as thou art! I have read the code Of statutes form'd by man for future worlds; And found his plan, so pompously display'd, One lot of heterogeneous fragment. Man Adores in fancy, violates in fact, Laws serving his frail being. Yon pale moon Forsakes the mountain top, to bring us round Her renovated splendour; nature works Obedient and unseen forever: we May meet in spheres remoteIf not, farewel! I feel and know, those wishes can arise But from affections growing with my life, Mingling with hope, oppress'd by fear. The change Fulfill'd in thee may chill me; ev'ry thought Oblit'rate; vision, fancy forms, be doom'd To sink, like beaming glory in the west; Whilst space contracts on my weak eye, and heav'ns, By human artists coloured, fade away, As life goes gently from my beating heart. Grant this could bethe import were no more Than as an atom 'mid the vast profound Impell'd, not swerving from the whole. Suppose, This frame dissolving, to the busy winds My ashes fled dividing: shall I know To mourn?How like my brethren I display Conjecture without end!Impatient pow'r Of thought! where wouldst thou fly? Return, return! Nor lose thy strength in phrensy, nor resign The form I love.This watch is down! Ye points, Attun'd to motion by the art of man, As tell-tales of his doings, can ye mark Eternity by measur'd remnants? No. Fallacious in your working, ye would say, With us, the life of man is but a day. | 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 CLIFTON HILL, SELECTION by ANN YEARSLEY FAMILIAR POEM FROM NISA TO FULVIA OF THE VALE by ANN YEARSLEY |
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