Theodor Gribkoff - A Ballad Of Antiquaries (A. Dobson) | Текст песни

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• Theodor Gribkoff
• A Ballad Of Antiquaries (A. Dobson)

The days decay as flowers of grass,
The years as silent waters flow;
All things that are depart, alas!
As leaves the winnowing breezes strow

And still while yet, full-orbed and slow,
New suns the old horizon climb,
Old Time must reap, as others sow:
We are the gleaners after Time!

We garner all the things that pass,
We harbour all the winds may blow;
As misers we up-store, amass
All gifts the hurrying Fates bestow.

Old chronicles of feast and show,
Old waifs of by-gone rune and rhyme,
Old jests that made old banquets glow: -
We are the gleaners after Time!

We garner all the things that pass,
We harbour all the winds may blow;
As misers we up-store, amass
All gifts the hurrying Fates bestow.

We hoard old lore of lad and lass,
Old flowers that in old gardens grow,
Old records writ on tomb and brass,
Old spoils of arrow-head and bow,
Old wrecks of old worlds' overthrow,
Old relics of Earth's primal slime,
All drift that wanders to and fro: -
We are the gleaners after Time!

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