| Samuel Waddington, comp. The Sonnets of Europe. 1888. | | | | I Call on Time | | By Petrocchi |
| | Translated by James Glassford, of Dougalston
I CALL on Time, who batters down that high | |
| And spacious pile, to say from whence it rose:— | |
| No answer he vouchsafes, but onward goes, | |
| And spreads his pinions broader to the sky. | |
| Fame I invoke, O thou, who lettest die | 5 |
| Things only of no worth, tell what are those! | |
| Troubled and sad her eye she downward throws, | |
| Like one oppressed who pours the deep-drawn sigh. | |
| Then ruminating slow I turn aside; | |
| When on the ruined mass, with haughty brow, | 10 |
| From stone to stone I see Oblivion stride:— | |
| Perchance, I said, thou knowest when or how! | |
| But he in low and horrid thunder cried, | |
| I care not whose it was, mine it is now. | | | | |
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