The Past is flowing through my thoughts
Flowing like a sea;
With all its billows dancing bright
Over what?an undermight
Of darkling loss and destiny.
Still it floweth through my thoughts
Floweth like a sea;
While of worn hope I ask alway,
Like an unsought cast-astray
What can the future bring to me?
And hope herself admits: To thee
But a darkening scene
Only slow days of care and doubt,
Only a dreary lengthening out,
Of what this later past hath been.
