A Protean Glimpse.
Time and I pass to and fro, Hardly greeting as we go, - Go askant, like crossing wings Of sea-gulls where the brave sea sings. Time, the messenger of Fate! Cunning master of debate, Cunning soother of all sorrow, Ruthless robber of to-morrow; Tyrant to our dallying feet, Though patron of a life complete; Like Puck upon a rosy cloud, He rides to distance while we woo him, - Like pale Remorse wrapped in a shroud, He brings the world in sackcloth to him! O dimly seen, and often met As shadowings of a wild regret! O king of us, yet feebly served; Dispenser of the dooms reserved; So silent at the folly done, So deadly when our respite's gone! - As sea-gulls, slanting, cross at sea, So cross our rapid flights with thee.
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