Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
O Time!
O Time!
O Time, run swiftly now away Over the sunlit shallows of my mind, Rilling and splashing Round the rooks of my impatience Till I go to Her. Then pour, O Time, Into a pool behind a deep rook, Cool and wide and still. Fill that afternoon, Close up your banks, Brim slowly, Time, deeper and darker Over the sleeping meadows of the night. | |