Time and We
(from A Doric Read: 1895)Improve the moments while you may.
For Time is flying, mortals say;
But Time saith nay.
‘T is we, alas! who come and go,
And Time doth stay;
For Time doth like a river flow.
Yet in its secret depths below,
Sweet fountains play,
And youth perpetual bestow,
While swift away
Our frail barks drift to weal or woe.
Zitella Cocke (1840-1929)
American poet, translator and educator
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