Slow Time, that carrieth such a monstrous load <br />From every stage and hostel of the Past, <br />Do you not weary of the endless road, <br />And ask how long Life's journeying will last? <br />Still growing burden on your patient back, <br />Piled are the medley miseries of mankind, <br />No bourne in sight along the lengthening track, <br />No comfort seen, before you or behind. <br />Should you but swerve or stagger in your pace, <br />Hope with strained halter tuggeth you along, <br />And where old sores still leave their smarting trace, <br />Hard on your heels Fate plies its knotted thong. <br />So must you on, though panting and distressed, <br />Not even death for solace or for rest.<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-s-weariness/
