Poem by Henry Van Dyke

The Sun-Dial at Wells College

The shadow by my finger cast
Divides the future from the past:
Before it, sleeps the unborn hour
In darkness, and beyond thy power:
Behind its unreturning line,
The vanished hour, no longer thine:
One hour alone is in thy hands,--
The NOW on which the shadow stands.

1. The Wind of Sorrow
2. The Gentle Traveller
3. The Hermit Thrush
4. Dulcis Memoria
5. To Julia Marlowe

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