Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my read more

Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.

No traces left of all the busy scene,
But that remembrances says: The things have been.

It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the read more

It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.

Don't brood on the past, but don't forget it either.

Don't brood on the past, but don't forget it either.

Those who misremember the past are pleased to repreat it as "proof.".

Those who misremember the past are pleased to repreat it as "proof.".

The past is behind, just learn from it. The future is ahead, must prepare for it. The present is here; read more

The past is behind, just learn from it. The future is ahead, must prepare for it. The present is here; you gotta live it..

You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the read more

You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present.

May the dreams of your past be the reality of your future

May the dreams of your past be the reality of your future

Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
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Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
Wears the hours away!
Languidly the Autumn wind
Stirs the forest leaves,
From the field the reapers sing
Binding up their sheaves:
And a proverb haunts my mind
As a spell is cast,
"The mill cannot grind
With the water that is past."