That time is dead for ever, child! Drowned, frozen, dead for ever! We look on the past And stare aghast At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast, Of hopes which thou and I beguiled To death on life's dark river. The stream we gazed on then rolled by; Its waves are unreturning; But we yet stand In a lone land, Like tombs to mark the memory Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee In the light of life's dim morning.
Song Cycle by Adela Tindal (1866 - 1929)
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- by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822), "Lines", appears in Posthumous Poems, first published 1824 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- CZE Czech (Čeština) (Jaroslav Vrchlický) , "Verše (Shelley 1)"