Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO TIME, by MARY JULIA YOUNG


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TO TIME, by                    
First Line: Rouse thee, old time, thy folded pinions shake
Last Line: Secure beneath thy plumy umbrage rest.
Subject(s): Time


Rouse thee, old Time, thy folded pinions shake,
Nor let them useless o'er thy shoulders lie;
Oh! 'tis fond love, impatient, bids thee wake, --
That bids thee throw each vile encumbrance by.

Thy pond'rous scythe o'er roots of ripened grass,
With nervous arm let yonder rustic sweep,
And break, in pity break thy uncouth glass,
Through which the heavy sands so slowly creep.

Sluggard, arise! light borne on rapid wing,
O! glide unwearied through the ambient air!
Haste, swiftly haste, the ecstatic moment bring,
That gives me all my raptured soul holds dear.
Then, hoary time, while I'm supremely blessed,
Secure beneath thy plumy umbrage rest.





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