William Lisle Bowles

(1762 - 1850 / England)

Time And Grief - Poem by William Lisle Bowles

O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay
Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence
(Lulling to sad repose the weary sense)
The faint pang stealest unperceived away;
On thee I rest my only hope at last,
And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear
That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear,
I may look back on every sorrow past,
And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile:
As some lone bird, at day's departing hour,
Sings in the sunbeam, of the transient shower
Forgetful, though its wings are wet the while:--
   Yet ah! how much must this poor heart endure,
   Which hopes from thee, and thee alone, a cure!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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