Apostrophe of Time

O fleeting Time! whence art thou come? And whither do thy footsteps tend? Deep in the past where was thy home, And where thy future journeys end? Thou art from vast eternity, And unto boundless regions found; But what and wheres infinity? And what know we of space unbound? The furrowed brow betokens age; But who thy centuries can tell? Was ancient seer or learned sage In wisdoms lore eer versed so well? Hast thou from childhood wandered thus, Companionless and lone, through space, With mystery oer thy exodus, And darkness round thy resting place. What lengthened years have come and gone, Since thou thy tireless march began, Since Lunas children sang at dawn, The wonders of creations plan? How many years of gloom and night Had passed, long ere yon king of day Had reigned his fiery steeds of light, And sped them on their shining way? Thou knowest Thou alone, O thou! Omniscient and eternal Three! To whose broad eye all time is now The past, with all eternity; In whose dread presence I shall stand, When time shall sink to rise no more, In that broad sea of thy command, Whose waves roll on, without a shore. James Madison Bell The overwhelming incalculability of space, the glow and fade of countless days, the starry expanse of night. A scent that reaches into eternity and towards forever: glittering bergamot, lemon peel, and golden amber, star-flecked labdanum, neroli, and clary sage.