Christopher Morley Time Poems

  • 1.
    I READ in our old journals of the days
    When our first love was April-sweet and new,
    How fair it blossomed and deep-rooted grew
    Despite the adverse time; and our amaze
    ...
  • 2.
    EARLY in the morning, when the dawn is on the roofs,
    You hear his wheels come rolling, you hear his horses hoofs;
    You hear the bottles clinking, and then he drives away:
    You yawn in bed, turn over, and begin another day!
    ...
  • 3.
    IT should be yours, if I could build
    The quaint old dwelling I desire,
    With books and pictures bravely filled
    And chairs beside an open fire,
    ...
  • 4.
    The greatest poem ever known
    Is one all poets have outgrown:
    The poetry, innate, untold,
    Of being only four years old.
    ...
  • 5.
    EARLY in the morning, when the dawn is on the roofs,
    You hear his wheels come rolling, you hear his horses hoofs;
    You hear the bottles clinking, and then he drives away:
    You yawn in bed, turn over, and begin another day!
    ...
  • 6.
    WHEN withered leaves are lost in flame
    Their eddying gosts, a thin blue haze,
    Blow through the thickets whence they came
    On amberlucent autumn days.
    ...
  • 7.
    Night after night goes by: and clocks still chime
    And stars are changing pattrns in the dark
    And watches tick, and over-puissant Time
    Benumbs the eager brain. The dogs that bark,
    ...
  • 8.
    DOWN-SLIPPING Time, sweet, swift, and shallow stream,
    Here, like a boulder, lies this afternoon
    Across your eager flow. So you shall stay,
    Deepened and dammed, to let me breathe and be.
    ...
Total 8 Time Poems by Christopher Morley

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