The air tonight seemed to vibrate with frog and bird song...
Come, for Time is eager
In its seamless sway
To hurry tomorrow
Into yesterday
Come, while it is spilling
From its willing spree
Ilk of silk soft-sealing
Now to history
Come, before the picture
Of it is held fast
In that phantom tincture
Echoing with Past
© Janet Martin
I love the line "to hurry tomorrow into yesterday"...
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