“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
