<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510017" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Whispers Of Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What does time whisper, youth gay and light,<br>While thinning thy locks, silken and bright,<br>While paling thy soft cheek’s roseate dye,<br>Dimming the light of thy flashing eye,<br>Stealing thy bloom and freshness away—<br>Is he not hinting at death—decay? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man, in the wane of thy stately prime,<br>Hear’st thou the silent warnings of Time?<br>Look at thy brow ploughed by anxious care,<br>The silver hue of thy once dark hair;—<br>What boot thine honors, thy treasures bright,<br>When Time tells of coming gloom and night? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sad age, dost thou note thy strength nigh, spent,<br>How slow thy footstep—thy form how bent?<br>Yet on looking back how short doth seem<br>The checkered coarse of thy life’s brief dream.<br>Time, daily weakening each link and tie,<br>Doth whisper how soon thou art to die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! what a weary world were ours<br>With that thought to cloud our brightest hours,<br>Did we not know that beyond the skies<br>A land of beauty and promise ties,<br>Where peaceful and blessed we will love—adore—<br>When Time itself shall be no more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</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=510017" data-title="The Whispers Of Time de Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon" data-description="What does time whisper, youth gay and light, While thinning thy locks, silken and bright, While paling thy soft cheek’s roseate dye, Dimming the light of thy flashing eye, Stealing thy bloom and freshness away— Is he not hinting at death—dec..."></div> </div> </div>

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