Variation on a Theme in Eliot
In time and tide all must be swept.
What tears remain that Priam wept?
What corps remains on Flanders' field?
Even Carthage's soil is tilled.
Under the depths green murky light
Countless souls must rest tonight,
In haunted caverns of the deep
The dead must find a restless sleep.
In time and tide all things must fade.
The beauty of youth so soon decayed
A child's steady laughing eyes
So soon are swept to sure demise
In time and tide all things must fade.
All bonds are but a masquerade.
The ties that hold life and heart,
By time and tide are torn apart
Under the waves that sway the moon
Countless men have met their doom
Who remembers sailors, ages past
What god could hear their drowning gasp
What bones does time now wash ashore
Of old and dead with kin no more
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