The Sun-Dial

The shadow by my finger cast

Divides the future from the past:

Before it, sleeps the unborn hour

In darkness, and beyond thy power:

Behind its unreturning line,

The vanished hour, no longer thine:

One hour alone is in thy hands,--

The NOW on which the shadow stands.

-Henry Van Dyke

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Though this is not my poem, it is a memorized favorite. Being new to Prose, I hope it is not improper to share the work of other, inspiring artists.