This week’s featured poem, Time Is by Henry Van Dyke, contemplates the passage of time and our relationship to it.
With the changing of the clocks recently, marking the much-anticipated arrival of British Summer Time, as well as the abundant emerging signs of spring on display, time in its many forms is very much at the forefront of our minds.
Time dictates so much of our lives and experiences and we are bound to pay reverence to its passage, regardless of whether we desire to or not. This romantic piece by American author Henry Van Dyke, originally composed as an inscription for a sundial, deals with our perception of time and how love has the power to make us feel as if we are transcending the boundaries of time itself:
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice;
But for those who Love,
Time is not.
Henry Van Dyke, Music and Other Poems, 1904