Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Mnemonic Image
WAVES
Memory Passage
WAVES on the Ocean of Time
Idiosyncratic Abstract
The waves containing the ashes of my dead parents
Couplet Imagery
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Standing vs Cruel Hand
Q1
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
60 as the number of minutes in the hour
favorite line: In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Q2
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
progression: nativity to maturity to crooked eclipses to confound
gave / gift
Q3
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
lovely delves the parallels
beauty's brow cf S19
Time as the cruel lepidopterist || feeds on rarities - the hunger of time ||
nothing STANDS || scythe mow
C
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
cf. S12 - heavy meter in L11 like time's hand ticking
Time and Hope || verse shall STAND || Time's cruel hand
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