ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS 309
/ Looked into the Eyes of Time
I LOOKED into the eyes of Time,
And musingly I said,
There'll come a day when you and I
Will both of us be dead.
But I shall rise again, to count
No hours that come and go,
And quiet you will ever bide
With Death as bedfellow. Harold Parry
There Was a Whispering in My Hearth
npHEKE was a whispering in my hearth,
I A sigh of the coal,
Grown wistful of a former earth
It might recall.
I listened for a tale of leaves
And smothered ferns;
Frond-forests, and the low, sly lives
Before the fawns.
My fire might show steam-phantoms simmer
From Time's old cauldron,
Before the birds made nests in summer,
Or men had children.
But the coals were murmuring of their mine*
And moans down there
Of boys that slept wry sleep, and men
Writhing for air.
And I saw white bones in the cinder-shard.
Bones without number,
For many hearts with coal are charred
And few remember.
I thought of some who worked dark pits
Of war and died,
Digging the rock where Death reputes
Peace lies indeed.
Comforted years will sit soft-chaired
In rooms of amber;
The years will stretch their hands, well-cheered
By our lives* ember.
The centuries will burn rich loads
With wMch we groaned,
Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming Ms
While songs are crooned.
But they wiH not dream of us poor lads
Lost in the ground. Wilfred Owen