<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393086" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw Time in his workshop carving faces; <br>Scattered around his tools lay, blunting griefs, <br>Sharp cares that cut out deeply in reliefs <br>Of light and shade; sorrows that smooth the traces <br>Of what were smiles. Nor yet without fresh graces <br>His handiwork, for ofttimes rough were ground <br>And polished, oft the pinched made smooth and round; <br>The calm look, too, the impetuous fire replaces. <br>Long time I stood and watched; with hideous grin <br>He took each heedless face between his knees, <br>And graved and scarred and bleached with boiling tears. <br>I wondering turned to go, when, lo! my skin <br>Feels crumpled, and in glass my own face sees <br>Itself all changed, scarred, careworn, white with years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frederick+George+Scott">Frederick George Scott</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=393086" data-title="Time de Frederick George Scott" data-description="I saw Time in his workshop carving faces; Scattered around his tools lay, blunting griefs, Sharp cares that cut out deeply in reliefs Of light and shade; sorrows that smooth the traces Of what were smiles. Nor yet without fresh graces His han..."></div> </div> </div>

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