The Effulgence Within: Does Time fly past without even so much as a whisper?

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Does Time fly past without even so much as a whisper?

It is the austere language of a diffident man, Hardy, when he was around sixty years of age, in 1898. The short poem is marked with stoical fortitude; patient and uncomplaining. “I Look into My Glass”, has an indelible immediate appeal on the readers’ mind in his teaching man to face up to Time... Sign in to see full entry.

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