<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538639" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sun-Dial, In The Churchyard Of Bremhill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So passes silent o'er the dead thy shade,<br>Brief Time; and hour by hour, and day by day,<br>The pleasing pictures of the present fade,<br>And like a summer vapour steal away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And have not they, who here forgotten lie<br>(Say, hoary chronicler of ages past!)<br>Once marked thy shadow with delighted eye,<br>Nor thought it fled, how certain, and how fast!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since thou hast stood, and thus thy vigil kept,<br>Noting each hour, o'er mouldering stones beneath;<br>The pastor and his flock alike have slept,<br>And dust to dust proclaimed the stride of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another race succeeds, and counts the hour,<br>Careless alike; the hour still seems to smile,<br>As hope, and youth, and life, were in our power;<br>So smiling and so perishing the while.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard the village bells, with gladsome sound,<br>When to these scenes a stranger I drew near,<br>Proclaim the tidings to the village round,<br>While memory wept upon the good man's bier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even so, when I am dead, shall the same bells<br>Ring merrily, when my brief days are gone;<br>While still the lapse of time thy shadow tells,<br>And strangers gaze upon my humble stone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enough, if we may wait in calm content,<br>The hour that bears us to the silent sod;<br>Blameless improve the time that heaven has lent,<br>And leave the issue to thy will, O God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Lisle+Bowles">William Lisle Bowles</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=538639" data-title="Sun-Dial, In The Churchyard Of Bremhill de William Lisle Bowles" data-description="So passes silent o'er the dead thy shade, Brief Time; and hour by hour, and day by day, The pleasing pictures of the present fade, And like a summer vapour steal away! And have not they, who here forgotten lie (Say, hoary chronicler of ages past!..."></div> </div> </div>

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