Among the Millet

by Archibald Lampman


 

AN IMPRESSION


 

I heard the city time-bells call
    Far off in hollow towers,
And one by one with measured fall
    Count out the old dead hours;

I felt the march, the silent press                                                   5
    Of time, and held my breath;
I saw the haggard dreadfulness
    Of dim old age and death.