I. M.-r. L. S. ( 1850-1894 )

William Ernest Henley

O, Time and Change, they range and range
From sunshine round to thunder!—
They glance and go as the great winds blow,
And the best of our dreams drive under:
For Time and Change estrange, estrange—
And, now they have looked and seen us,
O, we that were dear, we are all-too near
With the thick of the world between us.

O, Death and Time, they chime and chime
Like bells at sunset falling!—
They end the song, they right the wrong,
They set the old echoes calling:
For Death and Time bring on the prime
Of God’s own chosen weather,
And we lie in the peace of the Great Release
As once in the grass together.

Next 10 Poems

• William Ernest Henley : If It Should Come To Be
• William Ernest Henley : In Fisherrow
• William Ernest Henley : In The Dials
• William Ernest Henley : In The Placid Summer Midnight
• William Ernest Henley : In The Year That's Come And Gone
• William Ernest Henley : Interior
• William Ernest Henley : Interlude
• William Ernest Henley : Invictus [i. M. To R. T. Hamilton Bruce ( 1846-1899 )]
• William Ernest Henley : It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon
• William Ernest Henley : Kate-a-whimsies, John-a-dreams

Previous 10 Poems

• William Ernest Henley : I. M.-margaritae Sorori
• William Ernest Henley : I. M.-margaret Emma Henley ( 1888-1894 )
• William Ernest Henley : I. M. R. G. C. B. 1878
• William Ernest Henley : I Gave My Heart To A Woman
• William Ernest Henley : I Am The Reaper
• William Ernest Henley : House-surgeon
• William Ernest Henley : Gulls In An Aery Morrice
• William Ernest Henley : Grave
• William Ernest Henley : From A Window In Princes Street
• William Ernest Henley : Friends . . . Old Friends . . .