Time Long Past
Percy Bysshe
Shelley
Like the ghost of a dear
friend dead
Is Time long past.
A tone which is now forever
fled,
A hope which is now forever
past,
A love so sweet it could not
last,
Was Time long past.
There were sweet dreams in
the night
Of Time long past:
And, was it sadness or
delight,
Each day a shadow onward cast
Which made us wish it yet
might last—
That Time long past.
There is regret, almost
remorse,
For Time long past.
'Tis like a child's belovèd
corse
A father watches, till at last
Beauty is like remembrance,
cast
From Time long past.
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