Succession

New Zealand Tablet, 8 September 1921, Page 19

Succession

The little clock upon the table ticking r Tells of a world where measured moments pass. Outside, the grass Pursues its rhythm in undivided time, The trees move strangely to their secret rime. Sudden the dreamy cat has ceased his licking, And, waits paw-poised upon the quiet air ; Discerning there, As the sharp instants fast Fall from the dying present to the past, The grave pulsations of that greater flood Moving toward a Bourn not understood, Wherefrom — scudding waves on the sea’s rest Our life lifts up its crest. —Evelyn Underhill, in the Westminster Gazette.