The Passing of the Hours

A poem about the Passage of Time

Title: The Passing of the Hours

Author: Ella Higginson (1862-1940)


The hours steal by with still, unasking lips—
     So lightly that I cannot hear their tread;
And softly touch me with their finger-tips
     To find if I be dreaming, or be dead.

And yet however still their flight may be,
     Their ceaseless going weights my heart with tears;
These touches will have wrought deep scars on me—
     When the light hours have worn to heavy years.


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