written by William Henry Davies
|From "Love Poems" (1935)||Link to further information|
When we're together, how the moments fly!
We toss them up like jewels in the sun;
We catch them lightly as a falling leaf,
To find a light that's new in every one;
Life then to us is all a game of play
With leaves and jewels, and too short a day.
But when alone with Time, and you away,
I hear those heavy, deadly strokes of his
At Life's foundations, aiming at our years,
That fall in thuds from blows that never miss;
What are our moments then, so weak and small —
When years of life are heard to crash and fall!
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