Monday’s Piece

“Love took up the glass of Time, and turn’d it in his glowing hands;

Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;

Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass’d in music out of sight.”

(From Locksley Hall by Tennyson, 1809 – 1892)

John Lentell

23rd March, 1969

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