B. EDWARDS(LADY MARGARET HALL)
B. EDWARDS(LADY MARGARET HALL)
B. EDWARDS(LADY MARGARET HALL)
Theancient man who has forgotten timeWalks seldom in the hurried city street,Where is the man who has forgotten time?For we so seldom meet—Only sometimes on mornings after rain,When feathers from the passing wings of nightLinger in wide sky spaces after rain,I see the strangest sight—The houses by the river melt away,And there are paths between the silent trees,And all the city's uproar melts awayInto the hum of bees.And by the water walks an ancient man,Who watches how the swift-tailed squirrels climb,And him I know to be the ancient manWho has forgotten time.I often meet him pacing on the hills,Or near flat marshy wastes where no one goes,But very seldom will he leave the hillsOr sea-cliffs that he knows.And so I meet him rarely in the town,But I can always tell his face again,And sometimes I have seen him in the townAt daybreak after rain.
Theancient man who has forgotten timeWalks seldom in the hurried city street,Where is the man who has forgotten time?For we so seldom meet—Only sometimes on mornings after rain,When feathers from the passing wings of nightLinger in wide sky spaces after rain,I see the strangest sight—The houses by the river melt away,And there are paths between the silent trees,And all the city's uproar melts awayInto the hum of bees.And by the water walks an ancient man,Who watches how the swift-tailed squirrels climb,And him I know to be the ancient manWho has forgotten time.I often meet him pacing on the hills,Or near flat marshy wastes where no one goes,But very seldom will he leave the hillsOr sea-cliffs that he knows.And so I meet him rarely in the town,But I can always tell his face again,And sometimes I have seen him in the townAt daybreak after rain.
Theancient man who has forgotten timeWalks seldom in the hurried city street,Where is the man who has forgotten time?For we so seldom meet—
Theancient man who has forgotten time
Walks seldom in the hurried city street,
Where is the man who has forgotten time?
For we so seldom meet—
Only sometimes on mornings after rain,When feathers from the passing wings of nightLinger in wide sky spaces after rain,I see the strangest sight—
Only sometimes on mornings after rain,
When feathers from the passing wings of night
Linger in wide sky spaces after rain,
I see the strangest sight—
The houses by the river melt away,And there are paths between the silent trees,And all the city's uproar melts awayInto the hum of bees.
The houses by the river melt away,
And there are paths between the silent trees,
And all the city's uproar melts away
Into the hum of bees.
And by the water walks an ancient man,Who watches how the swift-tailed squirrels climb,And him I know to be the ancient manWho has forgotten time.
And by the water walks an ancient man,
Who watches how the swift-tailed squirrels climb,
And him I know to be the ancient man
Who has forgotten time.
I often meet him pacing on the hills,Or near flat marshy wastes where no one goes,But very seldom will he leave the hillsOr sea-cliffs that he knows.
I often meet him pacing on the hills,
Or near flat marshy wastes where no one goes,
But very seldom will he leave the hills
Or sea-cliffs that he knows.
And so I meet him rarely in the town,But I can always tell his face again,And sometimes I have seen him in the townAt daybreak after rain.
And so I meet him rarely in the town,
But I can always tell his face again,
And sometimes I have seen him in the town
At daybreak after rain.
Somany things you thought you knewAre different seen from a canoe:On either bank the grass is farHigher than other grasses are,And all the willows make a roofFretted with branches—not aloofLike trees in gardens and in squaresWhich never hit you unawares.
Somany things you thought you knewAre different seen from a canoe:On either bank the grass is farHigher than other grasses are,And all the willows make a roofFretted with branches—not aloofLike trees in gardens and in squaresWhich never hit you unawares.
Somany things you thought you knewAre different seen from a canoe:On either bank the grass is farHigher than other grasses are,And all the willows make a roofFretted with branches—not aloofLike trees in gardens and in squaresWhich never hit you unawares.
Somany things you thought you knew
Are different seen from a canoe:
On either bank the grass is far
Higher than other grasses are,
And all the willows make a roof
Fretted with branches—not aloof
Like trees in gardens and in squares
Which never hit you unawares.