So hath Trade withered up Love's sinewy prime,
Men love not women as in olden time.
So hath Trade withered up Love's sinewy prime,
Men love not women as in olden time.
Yea, it forgives me all my sins,
Fits life to love like rhyme to rhyme,
And tunes the task each day begins
By the last trumpet-note of Time.
Time was a Shepherd with four sheep.
Not larger than two eyes, they lie
Beneath the many-changing sky
And mirror all of life and time,
-- Serene and dainty pantomime.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories