Where once the hour chimed her in
From portals mystic-gray
Now soon it tolls her out again
To sleep earth’s time away
How fleet the feet of moments dance
We fall beneath their spell
Mesmerized by the romance
Of impending farewell
How swift the splurge of seasons merge
With predecessors spent
How soon the swoon of verdant June
Is stricken, stripped and bent
How quick the truth shunned in our youth
Leaves its halo of gray
The clock chimes clear, another year
Like smoke-rings, drifts away
© Janet Martin
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