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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424552" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>[H]our Glass - 1899 - after Richard Seymour - The Hour Glass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Toon's climb, boon's dread, boom's rhyme soon sped, <br>life's little dream theme tale<br>dew's wed with glue wed to cue clue thread -<br>though seeming strong, so frail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till naught's in store to add to more, <br>Time's ebbing sands fall fast; <br>Fate syphons for_age metaphor, <br>forgotten mirage past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Billed for arrears, filled, empty years, <br>emotions' vain commotion, <br>birth earthed blame's biers; berthed fame's career's<br>proverbial dropp in ocean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With wave goodbye, grave severed tie<br>hung on some sunbeam stalling<br>beyond last sigh what stays? Vain cry, <br>culled empty echo calling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love lost, love won with one-to one, <br>true faithfulness through trust, <br>find once begun through time have run<br>to often turn rust dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor fears, nor tears, resist Time's shears, <br>nor all we hope and dream<br>remains, soon unstained mirror clears, <br>wipes slate of great, small, steam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As variation on a theme<br>some karmic call, some mortal, <br>rum sliver stream glum shivers - gleam<br>in void, avoid death's portal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What's life? ‘brief candle', shadow mocked, <br>from infant's first cry, chortle, <br>through code adopt to blocks unlock, <br>to last laugh coda shortfall.<br>For age or forage </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Hour Glass <br>Of hours to come and hours long sped<br>The never-ending tale<br>Hangs on a slender running thread -<br>So strong and yet so frail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The less is added to the more, <br>The ebbing sands run fast; <br>Time drains the future's dwindling store<br>And gives it to the past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not all our tears and prayers, alas! <br>Not all we hope and dream<br>Shall e'er invert that measured glass<br>And turn the golden stream.<br>Richard Surgis Seymour</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(28 August 2009)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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life's little dream theme tale
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though seeming strong, so frail.

Till naught's in store to add to more, 
Time's ebbing sands fall fast; 
Fate syphons..."></div>
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