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“The years like great black oxen tread the world,
and God the herdsman goads them on behind,
and I am broken by their passing feet.”
W. B. Yeats, from The Countess Cathleen, 1892
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Counterpoint: from Auden
The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
W.H. Auden, from "As I Walked Out One Evening," 1940
full text: https://poets.org/poem/i-walked-out-one-evening
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Poets.orgAs I Walked Out One EveningAs I walked out one evening,