To TIME [1] 

Yes gentle Time, thy gradual, healing hand
Hath stolen from Sorrow's grasp th'envenomed dart;
Submitting to thy skill, my passive heart
Feels that no grief can thy soft power withstand;
And tho' my aching breast still heaves the sigh, 5
Tho' oft the tear swells silent in mine eye;
Yet the keen pang, the agony is gone;
Sorrow and I shall part; and these faint throes
Are but the remnant of severer woes;
As when the furious tempest is o'erblown,10
And when the sky has wept its violence,
The opening heav'ns will oft let fall a shower,
The poor o'ercharged boughs still drops dispense,
And still the loaded streams in torrents pour.


[1] EDITOR'S NOTE: "To Time" is printed in Psyche, with Other Poems (undated). BACK


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