Here you will find the Poem The Past of poet Charles Harpur
The Past is flowing through my thoughts? Flowing like a sea; With all its billows dancing bright Over what??an undermight Of darkling loss and destiny. Still it floweth through my thoughts? Floweth like a sea; While of worn hope I ask alway, Like an unsought cast-astray? What can the future bring to me? And hope herself admits: To thee But a darkening scene? Only slow days of care and doubt, Only a dreary lengthening out, Of what this later past hath been.