THE PARADOX OF TIME.
Time goes, you say ? Ah, no ! Alas, Time stays, we go; Or else, were this not so, What need to chain the hours, For Youth were always ours ? Time goes, you say ?—ah, no ! Ours is the eyes’ deceit, Of men whose flying feet Lead through some landscape low ; We pass, and think we see The earth’s fixed surface flee !— Alas, time stays—we go ! Once in the days of old, Your locks were curling gold, And mine had shamed the crow. Now, in the self-same stage. We’ve reached the silver age ; Time goes, you say !—ah no 1 Once, when my voice was strong, I filled the woods with song, To praise your ‘rose ’ and ‘ snow -,’ My bird, that song, is dead ; Where are your roses fled ? Alas, Time stays—we go I Austin Dobson
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIV, Issue VII, 16 February 1895, Page 168
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138THE PARADOX OF TIME. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIV, Issue VII, 16 February 1895, Page 168
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