How swift soft-feathered Time sails on

How swift soft-feathered Time sails on
Its skyward flight, nor stays to con
The gulfs of space it wingeth over,--
Mere pools that hint of a shoreless yon!

Sunsets and dawns, mirage, the sea,
Foreshadow Nature's fixed decree,
While steady rolls the round of seasons,--
The soul foreknows its eternity.

From spiritual heights beyond the spheres,
My ear elusive music hears;
In stressful hours it falls and hovers,
And life is lift to AEonian years.