Here you will find the Poem Time of poet Jones Very
There is no moment but whose flight doth bring Bright clouds and fluttering leaves to deck my bower; And I within like some sweet bird must sing To tell the story of the passing hour; For time has secrets that no bird has sung, Nor changing leaf with changing season told; They wait the utterance of some nobler tongue Like that which spoke in prophet tones of old; Then day and night, and month and year shall tell The tale that speaks but faint from bird and bough; In spirit-songs their praise shall upward swell Nor longer pass heaven's gate unheard as now, But cause e'en angels' ears to catch the strain, And send it back to earth in joy again.
