[As far as my own heart's concerned, I give old Time contempt ; but when I ask for girls and boys, he brings Me grey-haired dames and men. I ask to see a leafy house, Where Nature almost laughed her way Right in : he shows me a stone block, Bare of a leafy spray.]1 As butterflies are but winged flowers, Half sorry for their change, who fain, So still and long they lie on leaves, Would be thought flowers again E'en so my thoughts, that should expand, And grow to higher themes above, Return like butterflies to lie On the old things I love. I would not care one jot how soon Death came, had I one day at last To be again the boy I was, With children of the past. Age ofttimes grudges me good day ; Children hallo with pleasant stare : When I was young one child ne'er failed She with the longest hair.
1 These two stanzas were omitted from later publications of this poem.
- by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940), "The ways of Time", appears in New Poems, first published 1907 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Richard Roderick-Jones (b. 1947), "The ways of Time", 1966 [soprano or tenor and piano], from The weeping child [text not verified]
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