The Past is flowing through my thoughts-
Flowing like a sea;
With all its billows dancing bright
Over what?-an undermight
Of darkling loss and destiny.
Still it floweth through my thoughts-
Floweth like a sea;
While of worn hope I ask alway,
Like an unsought cast-astray-
What can the future bring to me?
And hope herself admits: To thee
But a darkening scene-
Only slow days of care and doubt,
Only a dreary lengthening out,
Of what this later past hath been.
The Past
Charles Harpur
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Poem topics: destiny, future, loss, bright, bring, doubt, slow, scene, hope, sea, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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