Past And Future T

• Beau Tassie, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

The new hath come and now the old retires;
And so the past becomes a mountain-cell,
Where lone, apart, old hermit-memories dwell.
In consecrated calm, forgotten yet,
Of the keen heart that hastens to forget,
Old longings in fulfilling new desires.
And now the soul stands in a vague, intense,
expectancy and anguish of suspense,
On the dim chamber-threshold....lo! he sees,
Like a strange, fated bride as yet unknown,
His timid future shrinking there alone,
Beneath her marriage-veil of mysteries.