Miracle, and Other Poems

<h2 id="id00124" style="margin-top: 4em">THE FAIRY CLOCK</h2> <p id="id00125">Silver clock! O silver clock! tell to me the time o' day!<br/> Is there yet a little hour left for us to work and play?<br/> Tell me when the sun will set—tiny globe of silver-grey.<br/></p> <p id="id00126">It has been so glad a world since the coming of the morn,<br/> Oft I wondered when I met any souls who seemed forlorn—<br/> And I scarce gave heed to those who were old or travel worn.<br/></p> <p id="id00127">Mayhap I have loved too well the merry fleeting things;<br/> Run too lightly with the wind—chased too many shining wings;<br/> Thought too seldom of the night, and the silence that it brings.<br/></p> <p id="id00128">Well I fear me I have been but an idler in the sun—<br/> All unfinished are the tasks long and long ago begun—<br/> In the dark perchance they weep, who have left their work undone.<br/></p> <p id="id00129">And I know each black-frocked friar preacheth sermons that, alas!<br/> Fain would halt the dancing feet of those careless ones who pass<br/> Down a sweet and primrose path, through the ribbons of the grass.<br/></p> <p id="id00130">Silver-clock! O Silver-clock! It was only yesterday<br/> Dandelions flecked the field, starry bright, and gold and gay;<br/> You are but the ghost of one—little globe of silver-grey!<br/></p> <p id="id00131">Tell me—tell me of the hour—for there is so much to do!<br/> Is it early? Is it late? Fairy clock! 0 tell me true,<br/> As I blow you down the wind, out upon a road of blue.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />