Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The Time-Brood

  I wonder how the mother-Hour
    Can feed each hungry Minute,
  And see that every one of them
    Gets sixty seconds in it;

  And whether, when she goes abroad,
    She knows which ones attend her;
  For all of them are just alike
    In age and size and gender.

1. Bicycles! Tricycles!
2. The Sun
3. The Pleiads
4. A Legacy
5. An Insectarian

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