Wednesday, August 30, 2017

A POEM



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

~Henry Van Dyke~


Photos taken at Green Spring Garden
Alexandria, Virginia

14 comments:

  1. Thank you for the touching reminder

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  2. Beautiful flowers and garden and I love the quote.

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  3. Nice old poem, I actually got it!

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  4. Two beautiful photographs, don't the blooms look lovely ...
    Appreciated the poem too, thank you.

    All the best Jan

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  5. Lovely poem. We have many mushrooms, too!

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    1. Would love to see those sometime. Thanks for dropping in Jenn :)

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  6. You post so many great poems...I had never heard/read this and I love it.

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  7. Such a nice poem I've not read before. Lovely pictures.

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    1. Happy you enjoyed it Sandi, thank you!

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