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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."
The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.
The light of other days is faded,
And all their glories past.
Enjoy the spring of love and youth,
To some good angel leave the rest,
For time will read more
Enjoy the spring of love and youth,
To some good angel leave the rest,
For time will teach thee soon the truth,
"There are no birds in last year's nest."
The past always looks better than it was; it's only pleasant because it isn't here.
The past always looks better than it was; it's only pleasant because it isn't here.
Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with read more
Man... cannot learn to forget, but hangs on the past: however far or fast he runs, that chain runs with him.
Some are so very studious of learning what was done by the ancients that they know not how to live read more
Some are so very studious of learning what was done by the ancients that they know not how to live with the moderns.
We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.
We remain
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.
Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest read more
Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.
