The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

UNDER THE PILLARS OF THE SKY


 

UNDER the pillars of the sky
I played at life, I knew not why.

The grave recurrence of the day
Was matter of my trivial play.

The solemn stars, the sacred night,

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I took for toys of my delight,

Till now, with startled eyes, I see
The portents of Eternity.