Time’s Song by Winthrop Mackworth Praed

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 rushing hence away! Who will chain my flight?

War his weary watch was keeping; – I have crush’d 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, whisper’d, – ‘Why so fast?’
And the roses on his brow wither’d 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!

Winthrop Mackworth Praed
1802-1839

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About Russell Boyle

Russell Boyle is a mathematics teacher, writer, and poet. His poetry anthologies are titled The Beginning, Footprints and Loneliness. Russell is the author of the Year 7 to 8 Mathematics Short-Answer Tasks, the Year 7 to 10 Mathematics Multiple-Choice Tasks, the Year 9 Extended-Response Tasks, the solutions to the Year 12 VCAA Mathematics Exams and the Web-Programming For Beginners series of courses. Sample poems and questions may be downloaded from http://russellboyle.com
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