Poem by Alfred Austin

Time’s Weariness

Slow Time, that carrieth such a monstrous load
From every stage and hostel of the Past,
Do you not weary of the endless road,
And ask how long Life's journeying will last?
Still growing burden on your patient back,
Piled are the medley miseries of mankind,
No bourne in sight along the lengthening track,
No comfort seen, before you or behind.
Should you but swerve or stagger in your pace,
Hope with strained halter tuggeth you along,
And where old sores still leave their smarting trace,
Hard on your heels Fate plies its knotted thong.
So must you on, though panting and distressed,
Not even death for solace or for rest. 

1. At Delphi
2. Nocturnal Vigils
3. Covet Who Will The Patronage Of Kings
4. When Runnels Began to Leap and Sing
5. If They Dare!

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