This is a poem called The Passing of the Hours by Ella Higginson, first published in When the Birds Go North Again, in the year 1989 by the Macmillian Company.
The Passing of the HoursThe hours steal by with still, unasking lips— So lightly that I cannot hear their tread; And softly touch me with their finger-tips To find if I be dreaming, or be dead. And yet however still their flight may be, Their ceaseless going weights my heart with tears; These touches will have wrought deep scars on me— When the light hours have worn to heavy years. – Ella Higginson
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