Well since a new semester has stared in school, I no longer have poetry class. Which I really miss, so I really enjoy posting this poems once a week.
Today's poem is pretty short but I enjoy it.
The Sun-Dial at Wells College
By: Henry Van Dyke
The shadow by my finger cast
Divides the future from the past:
Before it, sleeps the unborn hour
In darkness, and beyond thy power:
Behind its unreturning line,
The vanished hour, no longer thine:
One hour alone is in thy hands,--
The NOW on which the shadow stands.
Have a good weekend!