"Small Hours" (poem)

A prompt from Carry on Tuesday: "This week our prompt is the opening of an untitled poem generally known as Lines on a Clock in Chester Cathedral by Henry Twells."

When as a child, I laughed and wept

~ Small Hours ~

Infinity

I knew so well,

Eternity

A night would spell,

When at late hours

Our dwelling slept,

And through closed flowers

Cool breezes swept.

When in my bed

I lay and wept,

And slow as dead

The moments crept.

A restless child,

For ages straight

In half-dreams wild

I would await

The break of day,

Then laugh and rise,

Trade my dismay

For the sunrise.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur

Image credit:
http://www.ucl.ac.uk/slade/degree2009/owen.php