- The lagging days crawl slowly to their end,
The weeks sum up in months, and glide away,by George Henry Boker 15 lines - Even as the level sunlight glorifies
A musky vapor, born of dust and mist,by George Henry Boker 15 lines - Why sing forever in this mournful way,
Vexing the future for my hidden lot?by George Henry Boker 15 lines
