Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
Katharine Tynan Hinkson (18611931)267. The Flying Wheel
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Oh, long the days when I was young:
So long from morn to evenfall
As they would never end at all.
I watch the years and seasons pass.
Time turns him with his fingers thin
A wheel that whirls while it doth spin.
For to sit still and be at peace:
Oh, whirling wheel of Time, be still,
Let me be quiet if you will!
So fast the years and seasons fly,
Dazed with the noise and speed I run
And stay me on the Changeless One.
Ever the same through nights and days:
The One Unchangeable for aye,
That was and will be: the one Stay,
But as an image in a glass;
To whom a million years are nought,—
I stay myself on a great Thought.
After the noises and the riot;
As in a garnished chamber sit
Far from the tumult of the street.
But I have found a resting-place.
You will not trouble me again
In the great peace where I attain.