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Poem
September 20, 1832
Lynchburg Virginian
Lynchburg, Virginia
What is this article about?
A reflective poem personifying Time as silently progressing on its journey, indifferent to human life, while the speaker contemplates becoming a 'breathless thing' amid its ongoing course.
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TIME.
How slowly and how silently doth Time
Steal on his starry journey still he goes,
And not as one does not pass away
It rises at the old morning early.
And both their wont at night. Methinks I see
Waft, oh age wide abroad his mighty wing.
Potter over our crowded sons
Eying it with its prey beneath.
I dare and Time seems passing on,
In many I shall be a breathless thing-
Yet will still be here, and the blue hours
Will laugh as gaily on the busy world
As though I an alight to one time
The life of Entertaining Age.
How slowly and how silently doth Time
Steal on his starry journey still he goes,
And not as one does not pass away
It rises at the old morning early.
And both their wont at night. Methinks I see
Waft, oh age wide abroad his mighty wing.
Potter over our crowded sons
Eying it with its prey beneath.
I dare and Time seems passing on,
In many I shall be a breathless thing-
Yet will still be here, and the blue hours
Will laugh as gaily on the busy world
As though I an alight to one time
The life of Entertaining Age.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Time
Passage
Mortality
Silent Journey
Breathless Thing
Poem Details
Title
Time.
Key Lines
How Slowly And How Silently Doth Time
Steal On His Starry Journey Still He Goes,
In Many I Shall Be A Breathless Thing
Yet Will Still Be Here, And The Blue Hours