The Old Clock on the Stairs
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- L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans
- cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des tombeaux:
- "Toujours! jamais! Jamais! toujours!"--JACQUES BRIDAINE.
- Somewhat back from the village street
- Stands the old-fashioned country-seat.
- Across its antique portico
- Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw;
- And from its station in the hall
- An ancient timepiece says to all,--
- "Forever--never!
- Never--forever!"
- Half-way up the stairs it stands,
- And points and beckons with its hands
- From its case of massive oak,
- Like a monk, who, under his cloak,
- Crosses himself, and sighs, alas!
- With sorrowful voice to all who pass,--
- "Forever--never!
- Never--forever!"
- By day its voice is low and light;
- But in the silent dead of night,
- Distinct as a passing footstep's fall,
- It echoes along the vacant hall,
- Along the ceiling, along the floor,
- And seems to say, at each chamber-door,--
- "Forever--never!
- Never--forever!"
- Through days of sorrow and of mirth,
- Through days of death and days of birth,
- Through every swift vicissitude
- Of changeful time, unchanged it has stood,
- And as if, like God, it all things saw,
- It calmly repeats those words of awe,--
- "Forever--never!
- Never--forever!"
- In that mansion used to be
- Free-hearted Hospitality;
- His great fires up the chimney roared;
- The stranger feasted at his board;
- But, like the skeleton at the feast,
- That warning timepiece never ceased,--
- "Forever--never!
- Never--forever!"
- There groups of merry children played,
- There youths and maidens dreaming strayed;
- O precious hours! O golden prime,
- And affluence of love and time!
- Even as a Miser counts his gold,
- Those hours the ancient timepiece told,--
- "Forever--never!
- Never--forever!"
- From that chamber, clothed in white,
- The bride came forth on her wedding night;
- There, in that silent room below,
- The dead lay in his shroud of snow;
- And in the hush that followed the prayer,
- Was heard the old clock on the stair,--
- "Forever--never!
- Never--forever!"
- All are scattered now and fled,
- Some are married, some are dead;
- And when I ask, with throbs of pain.
- "Ah! when shall they all meet again?"
- As in the days long since gone by,
- The ancient timepiece makes reply,--
- "Forever--never!
- Never--forever!"
- Never here, forever there,
- Where all parting, pain, and care,
- And death, and time shall disappear,--
- Forever there, but never here!
- The horologe of Eternity
- Sayeth this incessantly,--
- "Forever--never!
- Never--forever!"
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