“Old sundial, you stand here for Time: For Love, the vine that round your base, Its tendrils twines, and dares to climb, And lay one flower-capped spray in grace, Without the asking on your cold, Unsmiling and unfrowning face.” LifeFacesGraceFlowerColdAskingLaysRoundsDareClimbsVinesSpraySundials Author:Eleanor Farjeon
“Upon your shattered ruins where, This vine will flourish still, as rare, As fresh, as fragrant as of old. Love will not crumble.” LifeStillsRuinsShatteredVinesOld Love Author:Eleanor Farjeon
“Dropt tears have hastened your decay, And brought you one step nigher death; And you have heard, unthrilled, unmoved, The music of Love's golden breath, And seen the light in eyes that loved. You think you hold the core and kernel, Of all the world beneath your crust, Old dial? But when you lie in dust, This vine will bloom, strong, green, and proved. Love is eternal.” ThinkingWorldLifeLightEyeLyingStrongLove IsStepsHeardTearsEternalBreathsGreenCoreGoldenDustDecayEternal LifeVinesKernel Author:Eleanor Farjeon
