Time isToo Slow for those who Wait,Too Swift for those who Fear,Too Long for those who Grieve,Too Short for those who Rejoice;But for those who Love,Time is not.
Henry van Dyke · Music, and Other Poems
Love & longing
“Time is”
- Author
- Henry van Dyke
- Work
- Music, and Other Poems
- Year
- 1904
- Chapter / part
- Katrina's Sun-Dial
- Length
- 34 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #3525
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