ETERNITY
Men who are wise in secret lore
Well argue and avow
That fugitive Time shall be no more—
No change, no after, no before,
But one eternal Now.
Yet I will dream Eternity
Only a nobler Time,
Where all the past shall gathered be
And hours all of memory
In each new hour chime:
Triumphing easily over Death;
Showing the sign of power
Of one who goes with even breath,
Who hurrieth not nor lingereth,
Harmonious with his hour:
A march, full-speed, from thought to thought,
A music more sublime
Than holy poet ever caught
From magic choirs, and tuned and wrought
In miracle of rhyme.